Tagged: daddy

the robin who made

the robin who made
her nest in dad’s hibiscus
syriacus caught

a whiff of clean laundry airing
on mama’s clothesline, moved north
.
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every year, dad prunes

every year, dad prunes
mama’s azalea bushes
carefully so that

they become perfectly rounded
buns well before mother’s day
.
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he loves me, he loves

he loves me, he loves
me not, he loves me, he loves
me not, he loves me –

fathers can remain somewhat of
a mystery, but don’t doubt love
.
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each time you pull

for dad

each time you pull
out a special tool
for fixing the things
that break, you teach
us how to hold
the problem in
our hands, engage
in solutions, find
the edges of
every rule.
equipped with
a lifetime of
tools, we still
find your love
immeasurable
.
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daddy’s girl

years later, the trick

years later, the trick
is still hidden away in
his sleeves, guarded by

those wish-fulfilling fingers –
in dad’s arms, i feel weightless
.
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