posted on May, 6 2013 @ 01:50 PM
It is supposed to hit the low 80s by afternoon.
My lawn is still damp from last night’s watering
so I don’t have to water it very soon.
I have my front door open and the screen door closed.
The children across the street are playing like kids,
loud and noisy, just like they should.
The birds are singing their songs
and I can hear the dogs barking
from being left alone.
I drift in and out of my old man nap.
Deeply immersed in my neighborhood dream,
I smile at my friends and tip my hat.
I can hear my neighbors arguing over this and that.
Neither one wins and this is just that,
they have been married so long.
I am waiting for the mailman,
hoping a card will come from my daughter.
She forgot father’s day last year.
It is just a paper card
so what does it matter
to a daughter’s father?
I once gave her hand to another man.
Now I am hoping she will write
to me with that same hand.
How I miss her presence from my lap
as I watched her in her sleep
and she smiled up at me from her little girl nap.