reading to you tonight
arms around you
marveling at your hair
and the perfect smell
of little girl
hints of your mother
but your own essence
I closed the last book
and took in the trappings
of this little room
decorated in pink and purple and green
the comforting familiarity
of our nightly routine
the bath, the brushing of teeth,
the jammies, the giggling,
the tickling, the reading,
lights out
the prayers
the sacred dark
the temple of family
this deliberate safe-ness
that we try to create
and maintain
but likely exists
despite those efforts
and a curious thought
struck me:
my greatest accomplishment
is nothing I have done
but simply a state of being
I am a husband
and a father
a son
a brother
a friend
and the best I can do
is revel in that being
and try not to get in the way
October 2008
Posted by kevinreeve 