I Wish
I wish fatherhood could be written into words.
Let daddisms be put into pages.
Papaness be published in poetry for people without.
Let little surprises that the old man fixes,
be signified and simplified into single syllable sentences.
I wish wisdom for such a task could be reserved for the young,
at seventeen I can manufacture miracles in mass quantities,
but I can't write the simulation of a father in so many words,
for a dad can only be replaced with time,
and on second thought,
I have all the time in the world.
I may know next to nothing about booboo's,
but in teenager-isms I'm miles ahead.
Instead of knowing how to play peek-a-boo,
I know teen angst and it's many symptoms.
I know fake love at first sight,
and true love in hindsight.
Maybe I can be a good father after all.
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