Daughter part 2
You are like the moon
A gravity so great it dictates the tide of my soul.
Surging and subsiding, surging and subsiding, surging and subsiding
You remind me that father’s heart is like the ocean
It is never full.
Endless room for endless moments where I get to learn how to love you.
Love I do, love I will
But I must confess, imperfect love may be what you’ll feel.
Love that bumps
Love that bruises
Intense and instinctive my love will be like uncalibrated compass
My love will find north but not without apology
Signed an imperfect dad committed to a lifetime study of daughter-ology.