Dear baby me: You were wrinkled You had no hair Couldn't walk Couldn’t formulate a thought Cried a lot Couldn't see too clear Couldn’t distinguish what I hear Can’t figure out how I am so much like that now It happened too fast Why didn't my youth last Seemed in an instant I was no longer an infant I knew nothing of life But sure now it’s with strife I remember way back when I can’t remember now and then It’s just not really fair Being old with flair No one forgot the baby you see I hope no one forgets the now me
I wish you every comfort As you settle now to sleep You can do it all your own way There’s no timetable to keep I know that you can hear me But can’t express your need But you don’t need to worry Every tiny sign I’ll heed Any possible discomfort I will soothe away All love respect and care That it’s possible to pay Is yours for now and always As it comes upon your time And the privilege of caring Is forever mine
The day you feared is here! They've been pressed into service. Oh, new Dad don't be jealous now. Sharing is caring. Yes, they're still your PlayStations. But now they've received a higher calling: To nourish your offspring.
Inspired by something funny my wife said this morning
Afraid of existing not living Terrified of my freedom being banished Horrified of my privacy being invaded No say at all how or when I choose to sleep or sit stand or walk and being allowed to breath the fresh air. My mind is sick but I should be allowed to live my last days as if it were my last . not vanish into thin air