Small self, small self How do your defenses grow? With fearful thoughts of tomorrow And judgments molding each stone.
"Good girl, Daddy!" Says daddy's good girl. Looking.........leading. Learning.....teaching. Watermelon shot-put, Look second, Leap first. Track-meet parenthood, Breathless. The toddler trials. "Good girl, Daddy!" Says daddy's good girl.
"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →
Last week I was traveling with my toddler on the last leg of our long journey. She was exhausted and had not seen her father in eight days. The last time she and I flew, she could sit on my lap. Now, two and half years old and screaming bloody murder, she had to sit... Continue Reading →
"Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other... Continue Reading →