my children write poems – June 21


Father’s Day 2015

my children write poems

about me, put parts

of me into their plays,

move next door,

make dinner, call on

the phone,

ask for advice.


it all brings a choke to

my throat.


of love.

of appreciation. of



for the grace to find

myself the father

I never imagined

I would be


for the woman who

shared me into

caring and loving

from a place that I

didn’t know existed

but hoped.


and the One

who pushed

pulled called out

of me things deeper

than I knew,


placed there by



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