I took my dreams out of the bag.
I placed them down, I laid them flat.
I looked at how they stained my hands with truth.
I could not quite figure out
the explosive fear and raging doubt
that pulsed throughout my heart as I stared.
They seemed to me vague memory;
a misty, veiled, darkened sea.
A domain into which I was not allowed.
But the bag had one more dream abound.
I pulled the cord and heard the sound.
And now that laughter fills my heart with joy.
Missing you, son.
Love,
Dad
5 comments:
Speechless!! Thinking of you both.
What vivid poetry, Josh. The Sunday before labor, jamie.
So grateful you both write and share this blog with us...though hard... The pain and perfection. That gray sea.
I love looking at your pictures. Remembering you 3 so much... this week, especially... in my heart-cheryl
oxo
you are a fantastic writer. brings tears to my eyes. thinking of you three as usual...
Josh you are amazing. I've told you before but you need to write a book. I'd buy it in a heartbeat! I love you so much!
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