Counting on dawn
the first and the last are lost to us
You know it's there, waiting.
for a brief moment
Dedicated to every tired, worn-out parent who wishes their kids would just grow up already.
There are good days and there are bad days. And then there are those days...
Watching everything but each other.
Try to explain to a three-year-old why her grandpa's in hospital by the grace of God and not lying my God it is hard both to explain high religion and base mortality shy of turning it into causality. We believe in God the Father Almighty Creator of mothers and fathers and sons and grand-daughters who… Continue reading Life support
at the children's section of the library you read six books to me, us both huddled on the floor, surrounded by other children, mothers, fathers also reading, jumping, running punctuated by the occasional scream. For a while I felt we were like everyone else; just another seven-year-old breathing life into words and his father also,… Continue reading Yesterday