We want our fathers to be perfect
We want our fathersTo be perfect, to glow In the dark to banishOur fears to hold usClose even when we Push them away evenWhen we blame themBecause they didn’t doWhat we wanted them to We don’t understandThey haven’t been fathersBefore and haven’t figuredOut how to do those thingsThat make our hearts singAnd we don’t know howIt feels …