he ain't heavy (he's my mother)

he ain't heavy (he's my mother)




there are two dads
washing dishes
making the same bubble floating wishes
we all make
for just the right flavored cake
and the right take
when school pictures come around. 


and there are two dads
who joyfully hear the sounds
of harmony
in playgrounds
as their son flies down
a slide
anxiously waiting for a fourteenth ride. 


and there are two dads
who dream of
one day
raising a daughter
who would rise beyond the fodder
of nay sayers
those particular destiny slayers
with nothing better to do.


and there are two dads
who know
the power and presence of love
rises far above
the heaven so many 
only
dream of.





sjw 05/26/18 inspired at this very moment in time by it's happening in a theater of love near you.





from the 'beauty series' of poems