When a young boy
See’s his dad
For the first time in 10 hours
And he screams that word
‘DAD!!’
And he runs with his arms out
Right at his dad
His eyes are pure
And his love for his dad
Well,
It can’t help but make you smile
I drink my beer
And wonder what it’ll be like someday
When I have one of those kids of my own
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
