Kyra, Dad's got some paper and pens and that's it A cup of tea at 1am'll push him just a little bit further to finish all of his scrawl about the things in the world you deserve and how he'll go get it all
He'll push the pen to the page at an age that you can't read or write But it's more about holding himself accountable to the crawling days
and if your smile stays at least he'll know he did some things right
By the time you read this you'll be learning how to doggy paddle Through swimming pools full of stuffed animals, on tuesdays And on days that start with "S" You'll be air lifted in a fairy costume to the civic center so we can see the what's it's on Ice
And i promise I'll stop smoking
and at night you'll have a team of interpretive dancers teaching you and your 9 ponies the classics in a better way than I can tell em...cuz I have this whole monotone thing...that I do
But I'll be there the whole time to try to fight back the impulse I feel to steer for you on every step, and miss step Because I know you won't forever need me here You been the freest spirit, since the day we first met.
And if you're reading this and I'm bald maybe take it easy on me....I'm pretty sensitive about it.
By the time you read this, I'll have put the work I needed in to pay whatever school to teach you everything you wanna know
and I promise I'll quit smoking and I promise I'l never make you feel like less than everything to me
and though your father may have been a failure when he found you The sparks that you emitted through his heart that night, with fingers wrapped around his thumb, erupted seas of roaring flame around his very soul bolstering a furnace to replace the heart you stole the foundry drove his will that night and has done ever since, even when all he does have is paper and some pens.
Wrote this as I was coping with a divorce, and my daughter was very young (8ish months).