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I want to tell you

Anger, anger,
anger, anger, anger!

In this moment
it all comes
crashing down
on me and it
crushes my lungs
and robs the
breath right
from my lips.

And then again
am I really sad for you,
or for me?

Sometimes it burns,
this sadness,
and I can’t fill up
the emptiness or dismiss
these ever-present thoughts
of you, of loving you
and holding you in
my arms and kissing the
top of your head,
and you smell so sweet
like all little babies do.

I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you…

Most of the time I just love you
and crave you near 
like you used to be
so very long ago…
I want to hug you,
know you again.
I want to 
keep my precious memories
dear to me as they are now
still get to have you growing older
like other children do.

I want to tell you how much I love you.
I want to tell you that.

In Daddy’s Day – A Brief Introduction

Back in September, I was telling my parents how I found a little boy on the side of the road, and my Dad immediately said, “Well, your mother has lost you girls before.  More than once.”  There was more to that conversation, but I don’t really remember it, because I was pretty much focused on how I found a kid on the side of the road.  Apparently, I asked my Dad to write down some of those stories.  He did it, so I figure I must have, like numerous other things I’ve done in my life that I can’t remember.  (Only this turned out to be to my benefit.  I really should start paying more attention.)  Anyway, it was a delightful surprise for me, and I’m really excited to introduce to you my very first Guest Blogger – my Dad, Tom.

When our oldest daughter Michelle was over the other night, her mother and I began to recount, as old people do, stories of her and her sister’s misspent youth.  The particular story being rehashed was about the time, while on a Christmas shopping trip, her mother lost her younger sister, Rebecca, at the Regency Mall in Richmond.  After a lively discussion of all the pertinent facts and details, Michelle suggested that I write the story down and give it to her; whereupon her mother immediately objected.  She said that if I did, Michelle would put that stuff on the internet and that the whole world would have access to our closet and all the private stuff that’s in it.  Jacque further reasoned that it wouldn’t stop there, that there were other stories that could be told, of which many were true, and that she, herself, had a government job that she had worked very hard to get and that it had a security clearance that needed to be maintained if she were going to be allowed to keep that good job. continue reading…