a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

a poem on parenthood

I watch you, determined face

I notice the refusal to accept

what I surrendered to

so long ago

Presence should be a

lightning bolt

striking

me back

into the moment

Stop looking away

Try to meet your gaze

Pick up the thread of the game

sweet secret you invite me into.

I watch you though

Even when the rest is

flickering.

I always see you.