Archive for November, 2008

21
Nov
08

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Each night

I sit

With her

Cross-legged on the floor

And dry her

Hair

As I brush out

The curls

In her long

Blond hair.

We eat

Dinner

And then

She showers and sings as she plays with her mermaid toys

While I

Smile

Or even cry

As I listen

To those sweet notes

Coming from the bathroom

And her

Tiny lungs.

There will come a day

When

She will

No longer

Be

Willing to sit

With her

Father

And let me

Brush her hair

While she hums

A tune

Only she has heard

As the dryer drones

And whines.

Some day

I will have to let go just enough to let her do her own thing and find her own place in the world outside of my arm’s reach.

But not tonight.

Not tonight.

Timothy Vance Jackson

11/20/2008

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17
Nov
08

Daddy’s Girl

Sometimes

When I sit

Still

Long enough

To listen

To all the voices

In my head,

I often find

My mind

Wandering off

To places

I don’t want to go.

The doubts,

The fears,

The worries-

They always

Find me.

Am I

Doing enough?

Am I

A good enough

Father?

Am I

A good enough

Man?

Will I

Ever grow up?

Will I

Ever find

My way,

My voice,

My path,

My world?

My daughter sleeps

While the thoughts

And doubts

And fears

Attempt

To devour me

And the little

Sprouts

Of progress

And growth

And security

In my Self.

But I know

That she loves me

For who I

Am

And not

Who I might be

Under better circumstances.

She will

Wake up

In the morning

And kiss me

And tell me

That

She loves me-

Unaware

Of my fears

And doubts

And worries.

I’ll go to bed

With my stomach

Knotted

And my mind

Spinning,

But a few feet away through a crappy apartment wall, she will sleep peacefully and without worry at all.

I will try

To remember

That

As I grind

My teeth

Again-

Dreaming for morning

And her kiss.

Timothy Vance Jackson

11/16/2008




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