The Dad’s Superpower

The little boy had great hopes

He saw what his dad could do

The little boy had a sure smile

As if he absolutely knew

His dreams

No matter how big

Have a way of coming true

The Girl

The little girl

Grew up to be

A little strange

Hungry for change

And for new places to see

The little girl drew her own maps

Wrote her own books

Created her own reality

The little girl hated their sanity

And the boredom it brought

She often thought

If it has been done before

No need to do once more

And so she carved a brand new world

Changes

She missed the smell

Of the slightly rotten wood

Covered by the scent of cinnamon

Freshly baked bread

And warm coffee

She missed the morning mist

And the days she felt lonely

As this new home

Carried a new smell

The fresh paint

Had no story to tell

He smiled and assured her

We’ll make it our own

With our son on the way

You’ll never been alone

Stranger

She wandered

Looking for happiness

Thirsting for a smile

In a desert of her own creation

Every inch felt like a mile

She lost her way

Hoping to find herself

The familiar stranger

She lost on a shelf

Too high to reach

Too dusty to see

Her own reflection

She sighed:

Oh how I miss me

The Strange Rock

I see the ocean

Waves covering waves

Seeking the sands

As the child reaches out his hands

Rain falls

Tongue extended out

Water erasing their doubts

The desert tired of its droughts

We dance the rain dance

While the waves flood the lands

Far away

Someone sitting to pray

For the house to float

For a help in the form of a boat

For the moon to diminish its pull

For a glass half full

For air to remain

For the crazy and the sain

To unit

Maybe the desert needed the flood

The ocean needed the sand

And we here stand

Witnesses

Of a strong desire

We rest but do not tire

Of this spinning planet

The only home we inhabit

This strange rock called earth

True Power

I find pieces

Among the ashes that were left

Too small to truly tell

But I knew it’s where I sat

Gathering stories

Making believe

That I could escape

That I would leave

I find pieces familiar, yet strange

For I have wandered far

And with time

I grew to love change

I learned that without those pieces

I’m still whole

Shedding them off had failed

To make me feel small

The earth gives me power

And I, like you, little flower

Have learned to push the concrete aside

Have learned that I no longer need to hide

And I came to know my true power