Apr 29, 20231 min read

Husks at dusk

I am thinking of the back of your head

I am thinking of the gold in your hair

I hold these coatings of seeds in my hands

I am thinking of the skill in your hands

I am thinking of the mind that made you

I watch the fading light paint walls at dusk

I am thinking of the job of your dreams

I am thinking of the speed of your mind

I search for what is hiding inside seeds

I am thinking of the work you have done

I am thinking of the calm in your voice

I know that pennies can drop when it’s still

I am thinking of the sick you made well

I am thinking of your life that was work

I get to the kernel of what matters

I am thinking of the gold of your soul

I am thinking of the pride in my heart

I thank God that I am your Dad this night

Thanks to Kathleen McPhilemy for featuring this poem here:

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