Nocturnal Childhood
The last time she
May ever ask to
Sleep in your bed
Could be this day
Her hands never this small
Eyes never this bright
Love never this big
I can give like this
In the truest of myself
In the depth of
The person I always
Wanted to be
Father’s Day
Kudos to my kids for making the first real Father’s Day that I felt great about. And that’s not a dig on previous ones - it’s more of a maturing of our relationship.
Ella made me dessert and wrote me a note unprompted.
Piper printed out a funny picture of me and was so proud to put it on a candle and give it to me.
Wells did his own rendition of the “Bret game” an improvised game show I sometimes host. And he really tried to nail it and did and had fun.
We went to the os game and had good merriment.
I’m really optimistic about the people they’re going to become.
Wreckage
You can play the idea
That it’s all time -
That god is wanting
Your happiness
In the face of it.
He doesn’t.
He’s not there.
You lose more than
You win.
And then
You start again.
It won’t be different.
It will be worse.
Deal with losses
Like wins
Are part of the equation.
