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.