It starts with one. The initial spark. The flicker. That 1 teaches 2. Much like I have tried to teach my two. Those 2 teach 4. Yet in reality they teach more. They spread. Like a virus. Like a fire. Dreams, right? Impossible! Yet it is possible. Everything we see around us was once a dream. As crazy as it may seem. Someone had to manifest it and risk the humiliation. Wait! Those 4 teach 16. 16...
I wrote this poem in 2008 and sent it to myself. I discovered it on May 2nd, 2023. How appropriate given that my girls are grown and about to fly away.
She said:
Daddy I miss you, and when I see you, I’m gonna kiss you.
He said:
In life there are no such things as real friends.
She said:
I don’t know where I’d be without you. I wouldn’t have known where to begin.
She said:
You always make me smile.