Just A Dad For Show

You’re just a dad for show
That’s all you ever effing were:
Pretending that you care
So much about both him and her

No you cannot be bothered
When they each need you to be you —
But put on some performance when
You think
People
Can see you

Haute Decor

The flawless decor of the rich
Can keep their sleeping kids in style;
But all of that won’t give kids warmth
Or make the moments worth the while

That they might spend with parents who
Spend all their lives on margin’s call:
While love is riches, strange to say
Mere riches are not love
At all

All You Want

It’s easy to forget.

All You Want

It’s easy to forget
As life
Can our true goals obscure

That all you want is
For them
To be happy and secure

You ask them to behave
For you
Believe one day they’ll find

True happiness will but
Be found
If they’re both fair and kind

And yet you have this moment
They are
Here, and hale, and whole —

But you know all you want –
It might
Just be past your

Control

point of admission

she never knew true love

she said
she never knew true love
until she had a child

and i felt hurt
as men will tend to do

to know
that we're extrinsic
to a woman's love
at last reckoning

yet i had learned
the lessons i was taught
as a child --

that men are expendable
in fire
in flood
in war

it is our job to die
so the greater work
can go on
without us

if needs make so

and that women will
transfer 
the full expression
of their love

always

to the smallest person
in the room

and they'll call you

when they're ready

for another one


maybe