You Murder a child
When you don't have the time to care
When you're repeatedly not there
When you call them stupid and tell them they were a mistake
You Murder a child each time you make their heartbreak
When you favor one over the other sister or brother
They both need the full love of their father of their mother
You Murder a child when you push them away
When you do drugs and drink each and every day
When you're not there to keep the monsters at bay
You Murder a child when you refuse to keep them safe
You Murder a child when you don't keep them fed
When you hit them upside their head
You Murder a child when you fill them with dread
When they start to wish they were dead
You Murder a child when you don't teach them right from wrong
When you don't teach them to get along
You Murder a child when they become word of the state
Stop before it's too late
No child is a Mistake
They are Gods creation and a gift from heaven
To be loved and cherished
Stop Murdering our children
A Widow on Father’s Day
I woke up today and rolled over to your side of the bed.
If I close my eyes and try really hard, I can still smell you;
the faint scent of sawdust mixed with the cleanliness of Irish Spring.
Today is Father's Day and I don't know how to react...
My two beautiful, grown daughters lost their Dad in February
to a cancer that just a year ago had started to engulf his body.
It took him so fast that we had no idea last year
that at this same time he would be gone.
Decades of traditions are rendered past notions so quickly
and I feel the sting of loneliness as other families celebrate.
My heart aches for the once monotonous task of card shopping
and my brain fantasizes about your face while you read
the quirky, funny card from our oldest and
the sentimental one from our youngest- which always
brought a bit of grateful moisture to your eyes...
The only tears that are shed now are in your memory
and I wish I could tell you all of this in person.
We love you, Steve. And miss you more than we can ever say.
Happy Father's Day.