Gandering at my Geese
Daddy and Daughter fell asleep side-by-side.
Though a photograph would surely capture this moment; words are all I have now.
What a precious family I’ve found, and formed together.
By my side in every wake; never without their presence…
I am not spoiled, but in continuous gratitude for this life lead.
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Small she lies, in a body now Seventeen-months grown. Though at this age, you see a peek of their person:
She reflects myself. Though, not in who she is, but in what she does. So I’m finding myself remembering what it was to be a child. Where I once was blank and woeful. No longer feeling self-pity, but bearing an action for my past reaction. Moving on, mending wounds, by sewing a new generation with love.
How happy he makes me, with his presence alone.
The friendliest Bull on the block.
Bound and determined, bulldozing aside.
Only a red as deep as his heart, can tempt him into a blow to a spear.
It’s who he keeps close, that matter the most.
He puffs it back down, civilly sound.
Never stamping a hoof, or giving a heave.
He lies in his den, restful and zen.
Wanting little more than the crowd door, to the floor…
Giving him solitude and peace.
Still, it is by his daughter-dear, he lies his heart so near;
They slumber on in timeless space, face-to-face…
Daddy’s embrace.
