when you
give them
a bath,
a hug,
a lecture,
or the last piece of pizza,
i see you.
when you
take them
to the park,
the pool,
the movies,
or church,
i see you.
when you
fill them
with smoothies,
giggles,
confidence,
or fill our car with gas,
yes!
i see you.
when you
empty
the dishwasher,
the laundry basket,
the trash,
the recycling,
the litter box,
or the squirt guns
onto their little heads,
i see you.
when you
teach them
to ride a bike,
to brush their teeth,
to stand tall,
to tie their shoes,
or to read a book,
i see you.
when you
listen to them
their stories,
their whining,
their noise,
oh, the noise,
their hopes,
their dreams,
their songs,
and their wacky, wacky ideas,
i see you.
when you
work
all day
then come home
and work some more,
i see you.
when you
play
legos,
cards,
computer,
freeze tag,
hide and seek,
or dodge ball,
i see you.
so, you see,
even though they might
not see you
and all you do...
i sure do.
happy father's day, mm.
2 comments:
a pj anthology
of poetry that
makes me cry.
i see you.
Sure, make me cry.
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