Daughters & Dads

Opening the poet's eye again To film and capture for you the Disarray of mom rubber tires screeching child Fluttering paper sobs in the shower tired eyes Stubborn mouth devastated clocks g'byes And the blank spaces left by dads who are too far away These disarrays fill my days, but they aren't really my days... Continue Reading →

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