Lost and Found (fatherhood poems)
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Lost: Fatherhood part I
I’m lost
in a routine
that has me first to awake
last to fall a sleep
first to cook
last to eat
a routine
that has me first to clean up
last to relax
first to spend money
last to actually purchase anything
I’m lost
in the daily occurrences
of diaper changes
spilt milk
stubbing toes on toys
and the defiance of a 3-year-old
I’ve lost
my name
I’m now some odd
Mr. – Dad – Hun – Uncle combination
with the popular nickname
“Dadddddyyyyy”
when things go wrong
I’ve lost myself
at critical times
when you broke your arm
as I watched you play
only inches away from my hands
I’ve lost myself
in dark moments
when you stared me down
in the living room
I became so mad
that I had to breakdown
in the kitchen
I’ve lost my way
between when to stand strong
and when to give in
what is the line between
spoiled and loved
Fatherhood is an ever-changing maze
and I am lost
Found: Fatherhood part II
I’m found
in a routine
that has me first to read a story
last to tuck you in
first to push you in the swing
last to catch you on the slide
a routine
that has me first to add bubbles to the bath
last one to stay dry
first one you hug hello
last on to let go for goodbye
I’m found
in the daily occurrences
of playing train
running through the house
answering “why” questions
and the love of a 3-year-old
I’ve found
my name
I am simply
“Father”
with the popular nickname
“Daddddyyyy”
when things go right
I’ve found myself
at minor times
when you kindly tell the drive-thru worker
“Thank you!”
without a prompt from me
I’ve found myself
in bright moments
when you stared at me
in the living room
pausing from playing to say “Luv you dad”
I had to breakdown
in the kitchen
I’ve found my way
when to stand strong
and when to give in
the line is easy to find
it is me
Fatherhood is an ever-changing maze
And I am lost
but I’ll use my children’s life
to find my way
I’m lost
in a routine
that has me first to awake
last to fall a sleep
first to cook
last to eat
a routine
that has me first to clean up
last to relax
first to spend money
last to actually purchase anything
I’m lost
in the daily occurrences
of diaper changes
spilt milk
stubbing toes on toys
and the defiance of a 3-year-old
I’ve lost
my name
I’m now some odd
Mr. – Dad – Hun – Uncle combination
with the popular nickname
“Dadddddyyyyy”
when things go wrong
I’ve lost myself
at critical times
when you broke your arm
as I watched you play
only inches away from my hands
I’ve lost myself
in dark moments
when you stared me down
in the living room
I became so mad
that I had to breakdown
in the kitchen
I’ve lost my way
between when to stand strong
and when to give in
what is the line between
spoiled and loved
Fatherhood is an ever-changing maze
and I am lost
Found: Fatherhood part II
I’m found
in a routine
that has me first to read a story
last to tuck you in
first to push you in the swing
last to catch you on the slide
a routine
that has me first to add bubbles to the bath
last one to stay dry
first one you hug hello
last on to let go for goodbye
I’m found
in the daily occurrences
of playing train
running through the house
answering “why” questions
and the love of a 3-year-old
I’ve found
my name
I am simply
“Father”
with the popular nickname
“Daddddyyyy”
when things go right
I’ve found myself
at minor times
when you kindly tell the drive-thru worker
“Thank you!”
without a prompt from me
I’ve found myself
in bright moments
when you stared at me
in the living room
pausing from playing to say “Luv you dad”
I had to breakdown
in the kitchen
I’ve found my way
when to stand strong
and when to give in
the line is easy to find
it is me
Fatherhood is an ever-changing maze
And I am lost
but I’ll use my children’s life
to find my way
Live the life you dream
"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
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to walk the stairsteps in pairs
climbing up a slippery slope
i'm in love, love i hope
don't go home angelina
stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found
kissed you quick feeling weird
lonely leeved and disappeared
this is such a simple place
passing time can't erase
don't go home angelina
paint tomorrow blue
day breaks and every morning when he wakes he thinks of you
i'm alone, that's okay, i don't mind
most of the time
i don't feel afraid to die
she was here passing by
don't go home angelina
stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found
stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found
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I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.