Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Will Father Help Us Play?

Permanent 'to do' on my list,
always neglected and wanting
for some attention from a father
who cannot tend to even himself.

The seasons roll by too fast
in this empty room, dimming,
dulling the wild senses in need
for some father to end the day.

I'll risk a look out the window
and wonder if snow arrived.
I'll not unseal that door because
father will stand in the way.

So many unfinished things,
like you and me, kid.
So many days to wonder
will some parent allow us,
play.


10.5.21


my child is going through the throes of something and I'm in my seasonal distress