With you clenched in my arms
as I look deep into those sky blue eyes,
you listen to the calamitous waves of the night
thunderously crashing in.
Like the strife of the present that circumvents us.
Suffocates us to sleep at night.
I tell you about the world.
All the news.
The war on across this sea.
The emotionally galactic cost of living.
The folly and languish of politics.
I tell you things.
And answer the questions
we grownups still ask ourselves.
We watch the debris awash the shore
like the vestiges of all lost in passing.
Those who died in vein.
Mistakes remembered and forgiven.
Prayers answered and denied.
Love lost and love found.
The slope of the land gives back the waters
and awaits the next collapse.
The uncertainty of the future.
The world does nothing but take from you.
Some will try to sway you to their side.
Some will try to cheat you for everything you've got.
Chisel your pride.
Vanquish your dignity.
Leave you stranded and besieged
by your own nameless feelings,
left desperate and for dead.
I wish I could hold you
just like this,
through it all.
But I'm just a man.
The judgment will find you.
The triumphs will enchant you.
The women will break your heart.
The real answers await you.
All that matters
and matters not.
You look back into my eyes,
giggle, coo and spit.
“I know what you must be thinking.” I tell you.
“Daddy is silly. He is...just so happy.”
And all you do is smile to tell me
that you've made me into a better man.
I wasn't anything.
Not before you.
Daddy is here.
May you always be warm
and never hungry.
Count the grains of sand beneath us,
count the stars in the sky
and multiply by a thousand.
And a thousand times more.
I love you, Jack.
My only reason to cry.