You and I always seemed to be
On the opposite sides of a bridge
Neither able to cross without it swinging wildly
Tension thick as humid gulf air
Impatience and disappointment our love language
You and I alike in so many ways
So sensitive we each tried to bite first
Both with a stubborn shell of protection
Curiosity for life’s most enigmatic questions our common ground
With expectations released, forgiveness our final passage
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers
You’re welcome! Very eloquently written. Sometimes the bridge stand-off is minutes, sometimes months, sometimes years but the way to cross is always the same. ❤️
July 28, 2019 at 8:37 pm
Beautifully written. I’ve had these moments with my father. It is only forgiveness that allows the bridge to be crossed.
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July 28, 2019 at 8:37 pm
Yrs! I am glad you understand.
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July 28, 2019 at 8:38 pm
And thank you
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July 28, 2019 at 8:39 pm
You’re welcome! Very eloquently written. Sometimes the bridge stand-off is minutes, sometimes months, sometimes years but the way to cross is always the same. ❤️
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