He may praise me like
a breeze on a sunny day.
He may shriek as he
gets carried away.
He may slam the front door
and rattle the windows.
He may get swept up in a storm
of his own making,
but I've learned to stand in
the eye of the storm and
not be touched,
when to board the windows
and doors and wait in
the basement,
when to hop in my car and roll the windows down
and feel the wind in my fingers,
and when to look for that moment
when a child's kite cartwheels
through the air
and a proud father looks on
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
He may praise me like
a breeze on a sunny day.
He may shriek as he
gets carried away.
He may slam the front door
and rattle the windows.
He may get swept up in a storm
of his own making,
but I've learned to stand in
the eye of the storm and
not be touched,
when to board the windows
and doors and wait in
the basement,
when to hop in my car and roll the windows down
and feel the wind in my fingers,
and when to look for that moment
when a child's kite cartwheels
through the air
and a proud father looks on
#3030April2
