Dad Shit

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First time dad—
no manual, just plain memory.

I had a good one,

so I know the shape of showing up.

 

Me and my lady
making a path from scratch,
ducking politics,
sidestepping weird family gravity,
keeping the circle small on purpose.

 

The house stays warm though.
Friends slid into the gaps,
became family without paperwork.
Laughter where noise should be.
Love where absence tried to sit.

Our son’s okay.
That’s the miracle.
Weird Uncle Checko,
chosen people,
steady hands.

 

Just dad shit, really—
doing our best,
passing forward what worked,
breaking what didn’t.

Pretty much. 

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-JOMO