#missingwhatineverhad

[cranberry-queen]

Growing up, my dad HATED noise. No shouting, no screaming, no loud laughter, no music, not even excited talking when he was home. So my sister and I grew up quietly.

Now, I sit in an empty apartment, struggling to afford rent and cat food despite both my husband and I working full-time. And all I can think is how much of a privilege it is to live in a home filled with the sounds of children experiencing childhood. How my dad had something I crave but can't afford—and he didn’t even want it.

[thought-it-undaunted]

Home Again

My poetry of you has never left me Just escaped my lips. You’re still here etched into my skin. Only sometimes slumbering deep within. Never leaving But like the tide, Always falling and rising. Always waving in Always waving in Then Breath you in. Home again