Parenthood is funny. The longer I’m a parent the more I realize I don’t know what I’m doing.
Every now and again I flirt with poetry. This blog has always been more about exploration than anything else. I want to thank my good friend Andre from birthedintofatherhood.com who really helped me rearrange some incoherent thoughts into this piece. My apologies to any poets out there.
My hugs block all evil.
Do you see my cape?
There’s no building I can’t bound.
No locomotive I can’t outmuscle.
No bullet I can’t outrun.
My words heal all ills.
Do you see that letter S on my chest?
Its full of shame and doubt.
With a bullet lodged in my back.
It’s a vicsous mix of courage and humility.
But in the simple ability to hold the rope.
Parenting doesn’t require a cape.
What a perfect closing statement.