I,
just now,
easily fit
into a waist size 36
pair of Levi 501 jeans
my son last wore
in the summer
of 2011.
(I know
because the Harry Potter ticket
was still in the front pocket).
I guess working
at cleaning house
and doing 10-plus hours
of yard work a day
and drinking
a lot of water
and worrying
really does pay off!
I haven’t fit in size 38 501s
for nearly a decade!
When your heart truly/
is breaking, you can’t really/
write about it much.
Barbecue, baseball, /
deep discussions. It became/
a good Father’s Day.
When she says to call/
earlier but she’s not there/
’til later, you lose.
So many people
tell me I’m a great dad. If
only my kids would.
Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?
Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”
Free agency means/
we can choose to obey rules./
We can’t make our own.
OR
Free agency means/
we can choose to obey God’s/
rules, not make our own.
He told her she was/
argumentative. “I’m not!”/
she said. He smiled. “See?”
When you feel God has/
left you alone, just endure,/
(like on Fast Sunday!)
It’s hard going to /
singles’ dances and hearing/