Your little hands,
Your little toes,
Oh how they will grow.

Your mind seems small,
But oh how large it is.
For all the things your taking in,
The places you will go.

I hope I teach you well.
I hope  I raise you right.

Your little nose,
Your little voice,
Oh how they will grow.

My little serendipity,
My life, My love, my heart.
oh how fast you grow.

And we both lived
Neverly after
Happy in laughter
Breathing seconds in
This skin
Swimming in
Infinity and eternity
It is all we can ask for
And more then we deserve

1113

There is strength in proving that it can be borne
Although it tear—
What are the sinews of such cordage for
Except to bear
The ship might be of satin had it not to fight—
To walk on seas requires cedar Feet

I'm thinking of you
in warmer weather
I still like your thinness
somehow lack of substance
never compared
to your company
I remember a night we fell asleep
looking at each other
and you were just so tired
I tie my hands in knots
and throw fits
waiting for that to happen
once more

"You're in my bones, my blood, and in my heart.
I'd have to tear myself open to let you go."

Take me by the hand,
see me through your placid garden.
Walk with me, St. Mary's.

March me in time to your rhythm;
let me wield the mallet that beats your drum.
Sing to me, St. Mary's.

String my sole into the primordial web
within the black walnut tree.
Lay with me, St. Mary's.

Close my eyes and tilt me back;
dip me into the murky pond.
Baptize me, St. Mary's.

Take me down to the fiery shoreline;
we'll linger beneath the countenance of the rugged cross.
Crucify me, St. Mary's.

Sit me by your mystic grave,
cast a silent earthy veil over me.
Bury me, St. Mary's.

Chip me from the rock, free me of these shackles,
rocket me into the heavens.

Liberate me, St. Mary's.

is it too selfish that
i want you to know how you teared me apart
how you made me grow overnight
how you poured acid on my rib cage
and left me with thoughts like i deserved that outrage
i want my wasted childhood to hurt you
haunt you in your nightmares and in your daydreams
no father, im not as brutal as it seems
but there are some parts of my body that i hate
because i cant forget your hand's weight
there are some memories that i wish i would forget
how you filled my child heart with secrets and guilt
then slip away like you were a great dad to the hilt