So long a father without a child.Lips often revealing insecurities.
Heart burning to share, suddenly chilled.
Awards and accolades empty of one liberty.
Chance to with a daughter dance.
With another hear of her horse born treks.
Then another’s culinary desires taking a chance.
Through the tales of their trials through others I check.
Blessings and rewards, from words publicly shared.
I, always for each, happiness desire.
Tempting fate, stumbling and bumbling, words I’ve dared.
Stuck here a wordsmith, in foolishness phrases mired.
So long a father without a child.