a poem by Steven James

Father,
from now on as we talk,
I’ll be sharing more of my life with you,
as well as the stuff that frustrates me,
the things I’m concerned about,
and where I’m hurting,
and what I’m hoping for,
and thinking about,
and planning,
and remembering,
and sometimes, if you don’t mind,
I’d like to just sit with you
and not say anything at all.

Sound OK to you?

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