Tuesday, July 1, 2025

For the Feast of All Daughters Valentine (for Dan)

I'll pour you a glass
If you cut me a slice
Of that fresh-baked bread
The wine keeps but the bread stales
If we aren't quick on our feet 
Us two old men blessed
With daughters who love
Their fathers aren't all
Children strangers at first
Adventuring great distances
Their time come round
For our paths to cross again
Weaving who we're becoming
So let's toast to the miracles
It's you and me they found 

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