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the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,
please.

don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both

getting older.
wait —
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.
Two daughters,
Branch off me.
Form one child,
An image of me.

I am in them,
And they are in me.
My two daughters,
In the gaps between stars I can see.

The world is a blur but one image comes in focus,
A face they will remember as an aged version of their own.
My two daughters are staring at me.
I am a still image in a moving movie.
Zywa Aug 2
I love my children

more and more, they more and more –


love other persons.
Collection "More"
Little life come alive
Inside this shield I've held so high
A blooming feel of happy times
A mother's dream has come to life.

In every means of satisfaction
You have been an inspiration
Towards a world always in growth  
I know you'll be more, than the keeper of gold.

So little life, come alive
Make paths that dreamers never had
Build firm your happiness on every isle
Of life and its playful mind.
father awakened

beckoned by bathroom in night

his death approaching like headlights in

rear-view

in cars he careened into cornfields so

long ago

in women he obsessed over

poured over while rolling tea

in records he flips through

languidly

suffering alone, retracting into song

crucifix still hung over his jaded bedpost

lotion still sits on by his bed

where he lay debased and tempted

by nothing

while his house breaths fissures

and crumbles

where his legacy sits truncated and dusted

in books of song

carpet collecting impressionistic stains

stove top counting days with soot

medicine cabinet reminds of his frivolous

youth

when he was foolish and paid bills

before he was afraid to climb his creaking

stairs

before he delivered flowers to the funeral

home

before the acetaminophen ate his soul


A good way to prepare for
parenthood
is to talk to rocks because they have similar
listening habits.


Yep, I'm guilty of being a rock to my parents sometimes...
Peter Garrett Apr 22
When you told me
I was going to be a dad to a baby girl
All my doubts and fears
Were suddenly one:
Failing her
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