As a Father
Published in
Nov 15, 2022
One day,
as a father,
I hope my hands are stern yet gentle,
my feet, forward yet slow-
so I may learn as much as I teach.
I hope my knees bend as painlessly
as their necks tilt up.
I pray my laughs shine louder than my lecturing,
but only by a little;
and I hope the goodnight whisper
is the loudest of them all.
