M o m m a

If I was your father, the word fear would only exist in the description of a bedtime story.

If I was your father, the tears you cry won't be wasted on those blue pillow seams, drifting you off to blue-colored circadian dreams.

To be your father would mean the things you told me as your son won't exist now.

Being a father would have made you won twice before you could say wow.

Fathering is a game...