Patience, poop and tears.
My biggest fear is that I’m not a good husband.
I knew it was you on the first ring Too early in the morning Too late in death’s grasp Almost perfunctory
I knew the halls and rooms like my own But it was a maze I could still get lost in Always something new to discover Sometimes when no one was looking A drawer full of old coins Or old military buttons or pins The… Continue Reading “My Grandparents’ Old Home”
To catch a gleam in a parent’s eye. For who is their inner child reaching?