I Am...

I Am

I am wet knees angry shivers bathtime, I am
four bites ninety minute supper, I am
out of milk back turned bedtime, I am
guilt stricken off days reveler, I am
bruised ribs blanketless bed sharer, I am
awkward princess high pitched play date, I am
late night lone time sanctifier, I am
trembling hands teary eyed hairdresser, I am
tired father. I am
tired, Father.

You Are...

You Are

Sometimes late at night
I hear the shuffling of your paws against the carpet
As you climb into my bed
To snuggle with your pop.
You are my baby bear cub.

When you’re in the bath
And you show me how you can hold your breath
And kick your legs
And wash your arms,
You are my singing mermaid savior.

When our eyes get tired
And we can only read two books tonight, or maybe three
You rock me to sleep
With your fading laughs.
You are my front porch swing.

And when you aren’t here
And wolves and ghosts howl through my house
I close my eyes
And count your lights.
You are my starry night sky.