You were born; I didn’t know what to do.

We brightened, my hands revealed. Then you taught me.

Our connection was gradual. Sure as the night.

First steps. Holding hands. Balancing on my heart. Locked fingers.

You gripped.  I loved.  We stood.

My only job, just let our love be.

So easy this thing we have.

Explosive. Extreme. No middle, no way.

Nothing to work on. No amends to make.

Holiness binds us.

Hysterical laughter.  Ridiculousness.

Adults now. Joy.

The dad I am.  The woman you are.


Our only job, Let it be.

Our only job, Let it be.

Thank you my bug. Choosing me.