THE POWER OF CREATIVITY

Myself As Their Father

  

  Myself As Their Father
  
  Red dye in our bird bath​,
  day one.
  Pine cones planted points up around our patio,
  day two.
  My daughter's tears,
  my teenage son's
  commitment to revenge,
  unacceptable,
  but shared.
  We'll get them back, I say,
  feeling first shame,
  then pride
  in myself as their father.

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