In Daddy's Arms I Am Tall - Poems traffic light Whether shrinking down to the

Whether shrinking down to the size of an ant or riding on a sound wave

revealing the trip down the beach entirely from a child's point of view

Beaver breath

But no one knows or cares because she has managed to alienate anyone who could help her

She cannot tell what is a dream and what is real

In Daddy's Arms I Am Tall - Poems traffic light Whether shrinking down to theTwelve black writers, ranging from young to middle age, bear witness to the powerful bond between African American fathers and their children and grandchildren, in a collection of poetry illustrated with a broad range of colorful materials. Coretta Scott King Award winner Age Range: 3 8