Custom made for a daydreamin' boy.

With Dad, words are not wasted. We use them but I know we are already the Same.

With Dad, it's peaceful and easy because he champions regardless. His advice is sparing and weighty.

With Dad, I know he knows. Funny, his owned anxiety can disperse my own.

The winter dampens the two of us and we fret needlessly, together.

With Dad, there are stories waiting to be told. He's an unassuming rock star with cowboy eyes.

In Dad, I see the essence of my son and a glimpse of tomorrow. He's one to watch, boys.

With Dad, I can't quite understand why considering him stirs me so. Meanwhile...

With Dad, I bloom because he says so.


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