Dad

Dad…

A man in white helmet

In steel toe shoes

Black yellow striped vest

With gloved hands

On fortieth story lands

Cleaning Glass windows

Sharp eyes focused

Up and down

Right and left

He goes

Scary it feels

I wonder?

‘Why does he do so'.

One day

I could not stop asking

On my way home

When I crossed the street

He was beside me

I recognized him.

He smiled and replied,

Am here to take care

Of my three kids family

Deep inside am scared too

More scared

What if I didn't

Have work to do?