On Becoming a Better Man, Human, and Father


Her Struggle


It’s easy for me. I’m just her son.
I can’t truly understand,
How far she has come.
How hard it must be to raise a boy
to raise a man.
To teach him to work hard
and be all that he can.
I look back at her struggle
and feel her pain.
Her children she smuggled
and lived in shame.
Lived in the shadows and
hoped for the best.

They will never have to write that poem


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...

Joaquin Zihuatanejo performs Family Tree


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One teach 2. Teach 4. Teach More.


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...

They Said


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.

On Becoming a Better Man, Human, and Father