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Tag Archives: parenthood
steps – May 15
5.15.2016 home. feet up, good book. my love hoes the garden we sit and read, touch things, bury our minds and faces for moments now that the last of the nest has stepped out. —————————
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Tagged acceptance, changes, Children, emotion, moving on, next, parenthood, stages, writing
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sons around the table – June 17
6.17.2015 sons around the table, having a beer on the back deck, staking out steaks around the grill, chatting up dad as if it were every day. if only it were. ——————-
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Tagged appreciation, care, fathers, joy, love, parenthood, sons, sorrow
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waiting – June 9
6.9.2015 waiting on a son late at night waiting for a time to make the flight waiting, waiting. fatherhood’s plight. ————————–
ten minutes – February 15
2.15.2015 drive six hours for a ten minute play is what you do for your son. no reason, no logic. just love. ———————
how the story comes out – May 8
5.8.2014 he walks up the stairs and out of sight so why do my eyes tear up we raised him to go out on his own have his own values be a man but knowing that I won’t … Continue reading
a stocky little body – September 1
9. 1 a stocky little body of a boy climbs into my lap touching places of memory. I still know how to ride a bike read the book and talk about Mr. Peppers and his cat who loves orangesickles. … Continue reading
a long days journey into changes – August 16
8.16 a long days journey into changes knowledge puffs up but wisdom builds up. pain of parents left behind, out, over-the-hill, who needs ‘ya. bye. redemption comes with a phone call text. luv u all. goodnight. sweet dreams sweet … Continue reading
