Her Children

On Father's Day (coming up) - an oder to "step"-fathers...

Her Children

Her children
Sometime nuisances,
Looking up at him
Like baby birds waiting
For the worm to drop.
Her children
Hyperactive and energetic
All play and no think,
They dig holes in his yard
Where his garden used to be.
Her children,
Constantly asking questions
Why is it blue? How does it grow?
He struggles to find answers
And feeds them mac and cheese
To quiet them down.
Her children,
Taken quietly under his wing,
Folded into his life
Intentionally
When they weren't looking.
He moves his garden elsewhere
And buries bones in the holes they dig
For them to find and speculate about.
He works many hours so they can have
Sports and music and art
And dances and parties with friends,
Where they make messes at his house.
Her children,
He has shown them everything a father
Is supposed to be.
To his children.
His children.