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Daddy Daydreamer

You came into this world—a blessing

A poem for my younger son, who turned 8

Dad and baby 2

You came into this world—a blessing

you came into this world
a blessing
wrapped in love, a cry
your journey began
taller i stand
when i'm holding
your hand

i put you to sleep
kiss on the cheek
i look at the clock
think of skipping rocks
with you

time has warped by
minutiae of life
through joy
through strife
i see you, baby
no longer so young
. . .

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Posted in: poetrybirthday

October 03, 2017

In the blink of an eye

A poem for my older son, who turned 10

Dad with newborn

In the blink of an eye

In the blink of an eye
you grew;
ten years gone by
i knew
the day
you were born,
my life
had changed
forever.

In the blink of an eye
you smiled;
a dimple
curl of the lip
sip of youth
dance of joy;
truth
beholden,
bond—
golden.

In the blink of an eye
i try
to freeze
a stitch of time
how sublime
to hear your laugh
to hear your cry
i . . .

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August 03, 2017

Maybe I don't want to stop this feeling

(Even if it hurts)

Dad and young boy on bike
Photo: Freeimages.com – Mignonne Meekels

Maybe I don't want to stop this feeling
(Even if it hurts)

ball of emotion
compact, sweet
undercurrent
pride
wistful
DNA extension
how do you elicit this
range
bass to treble
8va
octave
crescendo of love
dolce
molto vivace
sometimes anger
but always
intense
hard to detach
maybe i don't want to
stop this feeling . . .

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Posted in: emotionspoetry

June 22, 2017

It takes a child to make the man

A poem

Father, son playing at the park

It takes a child to make the man

Dandelion seeds
land on our noses.
Slide down the hill,
check out our poses!

Wiping out in the mud,
Ribbon Bear laughs
at J's mouthful of slop
and S's tumbling flop.

Let's do it again!
all three of them yell,
it's obvious to tell
laughter and friendship
are innate and true

and watching these
kids and a bear
make Dad . . .

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May 25, 2017

Shutdown & Drummer Boy

Two poems

power button

Shutdown

Shutdown
don't talk—
ignore the old man,
he's angry.
I deserve it,
just don't yell
at me anymore,
Dad

I cry cuz it
hurts my feelings
I annoy my brother
cuz it's so fun
I'm just a kid
brain not fully formed

don't expect me
to be an adult—
I'm just a kid,
just a kid
don't kid yourself;
think I'm doin'
pretty good

I hate you
. . .

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Posted in: poetry

April 06, 2017

New Year's at Oma and Opa's

A poem

Fireworks

We rang in the new year at the home of Oma and Opa, who are parents of a family friend. Their Dutch hospitality was affectionate, amazing, genuine. Thank you, Oma and Opa! The kids, my wife and I enjoyed every minute.

New Year's at Oma and Opa's

Silver mirrored sun
over familial hearth
reflects a memory;
firewood stacked
on mortared stone

. . .

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Posted in: poetrynew year

January 12, 2017

Smells like recess

A poem

Kids at play

Smells Like Recess

Ball up in sky
like rocket to moon.
Cartwheel exquisite;
polka dot ball.

If I were a spider
on the wall,
I would crawl
into your arms,
jump over the net,
mixed dirt and sweat
stained cap
smells
like recess—

smells like
love.

Bell rings,
time to leave fun;
back to class,
sit up straight.

You have nothing to lose.

Recess time filled
. . .

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December 15, 2016

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