I called my dad EARLY this morning to wish him a happy Father’s Day. I also made certain he knew I’d be emailing his poem to him. Recently, I shared We Don’t Want To Rewind Time on this blog, and the piece is actually doing very well across all writing platforms. I wanted/want him to know I’ll always have a place in my heart for him, and there will never be anything but love for me to share with him. Regardless of anything and everything else, there is love.
So, on this Father’s Day, I want to wish every father, caretaker, mentor, uncle, older cousin, and anyone who is giving their time, efforts, and love to a child or children of any age nothing but love and a beautiful day ahead.
For anyone remembering a father or fathers no longer here with us, I offer you peace and healing, and may there be happy memories for you to pull from your memory bank to reflect upon and embrace.
I am enjoying a lovely breakfast as my own personal gift to all of you by way of a happy tummy.
Just because they say we’re “free” doesn’t mean it’s actually so. But we celebrate what should have been our freedom, what could have been our freedom, what was meant to be our freedom. When we’re all free, then freedom will make sense.
The workaholic Who never has enough sleep Cares for everyone
Undeniable My gift to you is this love Your existence saves
Mothers, God bless you You bloom when we all wither Weeping willows sing
Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are mothers, those of you mothering others who are not your own, caretakers and rescuers and do-gooders. Thank you for who you are and what you do. I celebrate you.