What is the point

in having a child

if not for to nurse them

wide-eyed beguiled

a passion for things

they can’t buy in stores

a genuine interest

to open closed doors

toys and stuffed puppies

all have a tale

a special enchantment

the wind to a sail

and who is responsible

for lighting this fire

if not for a father

no duty more dire

for wonder ends quickly

they grow up too fast

unbridled imagination

left in the past

so take time this evening

to consider your role

as a touchstone for children

to fill out their soul

and trust in a child

you can’t understand

for all things return

when you reach out your hand.

***

This is the twenty-ninth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim

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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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