A father's a man
who gets his own birthday cake...
There is nothing left between us,
But idle conversation...
Dashing indeed was the soldier in blues
And bold was the Duchess to entice for a dance...
She is a child in a woman's body
resenting her mommy...
Today, we gathered over the first
scrambled eggs you have...
To my tender Down’s Syndrome daughter
I am the infinite space...
Only my children
Bring such love on fathers day...
I’m sitting outside without you.
I see the rocking chairs moving in the wind...
"It's time now" they say
And we each take your hands...
That moment when the picture reveals
we are having a boy...
Come tuck into my embrace
Let me breathe the scent of you...
795, an Ode to Mom and Dad
If I could turn back the calendar...