My Family
The only time I ever doubt whether I am a good person is when I interact with my family.
I wonder what that means…
Remember. your children will..
When people are on the couch talking to their therapist, psychiatrist, spiritualist or healer, the conversation almost always stems from the lack of healthy love, compassion, connection or attention they missed out on in their childhood.
Wholesome hugs, innocent kisses, a loving home will suffice.
A caring ear, a gentle touch, hold them close, pay attention.
They will remember.
a poem that runs off on its own
as a boy, much smaller than others my age
I would sit upon the edge of the world
listening to it crash upon its beach, all foam
and mystery, feeling it creep, slowly up to my
feet, threatening to tickle my toes, pulling
the ground from beneath me one millimeter
at a time, wondering how I could get back
to that island paradise that was my innocence
my mother would say that I would develop
an ulcer by the…