I have been an uncle for almost four years.
My sister and brother-in-law have twin girls and a son who’s younger than his sisters.
I think about the days they were born every now and then, because they were days to celebrate.
When those kids were born, I was just about euphoric.
I have probably told this story here before if you were to check the archives, but the day I became an uncle euphoria served me well.
(more…)This poem filled with pairs proved easy to write,
after I saw what I saw last night.
I watched a dad sit down in a chair,
and hold his two daughters, who sat with him there.
One of the girls held onto a book,
but dad opened it up and all three took a look.
It wasn’t just any old story or fable,
On that pair of pages, laid flat on a table.
This wasn’t a tale of planes or a park,
but the story of Noah, and a boat called an ark.
There were on those pages a few things to find,
Among all of the animals, two of a kind.
A hammer, a saw, a ruler for size,
all spied by the gazes from three pairs of eyes.
They found everything on the floating zoo,
which the animals boarded, two by two.
I know all of those pairs surely caused some congestion,
but still — I can’t help it — I have a question.
Answer me this, or I’ll never know,
why did this guy show blueprints to a hippo?
When the story was finished, goodnights were said,
then mom and dad put the children to bed.
When it comes to kids, that pair surely wins,
For they have a young son, and their daughters are twins.
I spent last week with two girls.
To my newest niece or nephew,
I kept you a secret for 67 days.
I normally have no trouble keeping secrets, but you were different. (more…)
The first day of a new year has almost come and gone.
A steady rain is falling, as it has nearly all day.
I can hear it thumping against the roof of my house in a rhythm which is bound to put me to sleep.
While I’m still awake, since I’ve properly greeted the new year, I’ve decided to spend the next 54 minutes or so on what happened in the old one.
What a year it was. (more…)
Dear Maelynn and Maggie,
It’s Christmas, but you two were already fast asleep when this letter was written.
In a few minutes, your first Christmas will be your first Christmas past. (more…)
Dear Maelynn and Maggie,
I saw both of you for the first time yesterday.
It was the most surreal thing I’ve ever experienced. (more…)
To my nieces,
I was wrong about you. (more…)
To my nieces and/or nephews,
I found out about both of you on Christmas day.
You were a Christmas surprise to all of us, except your mama and daddy, and what a surprise you were. (more…)
