For Fathers of Girls by Stephen Dunn


I subscribe to a website called “The Writer’s Almanac,” and they send me an email daily with a new poem.  This is the one I received today, and I must say, I do like it very much.  I love it when poets tell a story without actually spelling it out for you.  I like to read something, then sit back and say “huh?”  Lately, they’ve been putting out sub-par poetry, but this one was well written, in my opinion.  I hope you all enjoy 🙂

 

For Fathers of Girls

by Stephen Dunn

          for Susanne

When sperm leaves us
and we cockadoodledo
and our wives rise like morning

the children we start
are insignificant as bullets
that get lodged, say,

in a field somewhere
in the midwest.
If we are thinking then

it is probably of sleep
or the potency of rest, or
the one—hand catch we made

long ago at the peak of our lives.
Later, though, in a dream
we may imagine something in the womb

of our heads, neither boy nor girl,
nothing quite so simple.
But when we wake, our wives are

breathing like the wounded
on the whitest street in the world.
We are there

we are wearing conspicuous masks
for the first time,
our eyes show the sweat

from our palms.
Suddenly we are fathers
of girls: purply, covered with slime

we could kiss. There’s a cry,
and the burden of living up
to ourselves is upon us again.

“For Fathers of Girls” by Stephen Dunn, from New and Selected Poems. © Norton, 1994. Reprinted with permission

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Qwerty


What you see is what you get

I’m more than just a pair of breasts

I’m a brain with knowledge

I’m a heart with feelings

What you see is what you get

I’m more than a piece of ass

I’m a lover who’ll never leave

I’m the mother of your children

What you see is what you get

I’m a woman who is plain and simple

I’m football and friends on Sunday

I’m cuddling by the fire

What you see is what you get

I’m more than a night on the town

I’m comfort when you’re sick

I’m a warm embrace when you’re sad

I’m listening when you need to vent

What you see is what you get

I’m honesty when you want it

I’m the truth when you need it

I’m your cheerleader when you’re defeated

I’m yours and you better believe it

On Halloween


TroubleFace Mom

I think I may actually offend many of the church going people I know with this post. I’m not sorry. Just so we’re clear, you know – in advance.

(*Edited to add that when this post was written in 2012, the only people who read it were my church going friends who really know me, and they know that when I say I might offend them, that I’m saying so in a let’s-still-be-friends-even-if-we-disagree, kind of way. I did not expect this blog to blow up the way it did the following year in 2013. I did not intend to offend the church going people everywhere, all the time. Holy smokes. But that seems to be what happened, however unintentional.)

Every Halloween it’s the same silly thing.

People getting annoyed with the gore. The focus on death. The devil. The blood.

And you know, I’m not a huge fan of all…

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“You’re a stay-at-home mom? What do you DO all day?”


This man couldn’t have said this better.  I was a stay-at-home mom for 6 years, and I loved every discouraging, arduous & anxiety ridden minute of it.  My children’s father was deployed a lot, and I was in the reserves.  We had the three kids….and three dogs.  What did I do all day?  Let’s just say, if it’s household related I did it.  All meals were made from scratch, I baked healthy snacks from scratch, the house was always immaculate and so were the kids.  Everyone was, except me.  I was always the first one up and the last one to bed each and every day.  I fixed things, killed bugs & took out the trash.  I was the father & mother before their father asked for a divorce.  Now I have to work, and I would give all of my girlie parts to be able to go back to being a stay-at-home mother again.  My kids don’t have me there to hold them when they cry, kiss their wounds (they’re all under 10), or tuck them in at night sometimes.  Now two of my kids live with their dad….long personal story….and I have to work twice as hard (actually, harder) to attain a place where they can live with me and our oldest child.  Yes, life is hard being a stay-at-home mom, and it is often a thankless job.  However, the reward comes when your children grow up to be contributors to society.  The reward comes when your children apply the lessons you have taught them.  The reward comes when they call you just to thank you for everything you did for them, because they are now parents and understand you much better.  (Then the grandkids come in, and you get to spoil them rotten and send them home to their parents!)

“You’re a stay-at-home mom? What do you DO all day?”.

Westboro Baptist Church vs. Foo Fighters


I know this doesn’t follow my usual poetic flow, but I strongly feel a need to put this out there. Something needs to be done about these people. When is enough enough? I posted this on my Facebook, so I’m copying it here to spread the word more:

Okay, so I’m watching a little video of the Foo Fighters who staged a little song before their concert in Kansas City where the Westboro Baptist Church was protesting. I saw the sign pictured below, and I swear I almost died. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but Baptists read the same Bible as Catholics, Christians & Protestants (and probably other religions as well), correct? I know for a fact that there is not one place in that Bible that speaks of praising a death. Jesus died on the cross for our sins, and last time I checked, fighting for your country is not a sin….IT’S A NATURAL BORN RIGHT!!! Also, are these people not human? Where the hell is their humanity? God would NEVER be happy about a human being dead – no matter the color, gender, race, creed, sexual orientation, profession or how many sins you have committed. Unless I am illiterate, I’m damn near certain Jesus hung out with EVERYONE…because WE ARE ALL SINNERS!!! According to Websters Dictionary, the people of the Westboro Baptist “Church” are a CULT – not a church! A church is “a building used for public Christian worship”, a cult is “a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object.”Screen Shot 2013-10-05 at 1.23.47http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e5hRLbCaCs