Anastacia recites Family Tree by Joaquin Zihuatanejo
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
They will never write that poem. And they will never write those words They will never write about the father who wasn’t there. The father who didn’t care. who didn’t run his fingers through their hair. They will never have to write those words of pain of the father that didn’t show them how to claim their place in this world. NO! Not these girls. They will never write...
That's a lot of damn pressure to carry. But you're carrying it whether you realize it or not.
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...
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.
It is a beautiful day to say
I miss you and when I see you
well…I’m going to kiss you.
It’s a beautiful day to say I care.
Because with each passing day
I become wiser and find a new gray hair.
And the wiser I become
the more I realize there’s no day like today
and there’s no days to spare.
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.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.