10000 days
playing nonstop
kids run rampant
chess tournament
in my lap
sketchbook open
psychedelic sunshine
to go on my fridge
soon all three boys
are drawing pictures
I count myself lucky
fathering these geniuses
10000 days
greatest album ever
make my soul jump up
and dance happy
home is a space
kept in the mind
fills you with peace
even all alone
children know bullshit
like a fart in a car
I stick to the truth
painful and humbling
searching for secrets
is time consuming
disappointing and
feels like syrup between fingers
I painted the Om symbol
on the yellow fabric
not just because I like it
I had nothing else to do
there is a distant fear
noodling my mind
what will I do
when my boys don't need me?
can't live for others-
you'll be lonely when they're gone
as much as I love these geniuses,
I'll be alone when they're gone.
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raise our children free thinking and independent
Written April 23rd, 2006
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I'm still tending the wound left by getting smacked by Josie on the chess board. Ouch. You're doing a fine job raising those lil gangstas, I mean geniuses. And when they've grown and gone away you'll still be able to see them just fine because they are gonna shine real bright.
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awesome
Very nice. Since I know you I could see alot of this in my head...but not to worry...you are never alone...you are among kindred spirits in many different places....keep up the wonderful writing.
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