FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
We sit beside each other at the game. The parents know we cheer for number 32.
We interact with family online and in life. The siblings accept the plastic smiles.
We drive, we cook, we wash the dog. The neighbors see us come and go.
We have naked ring fingers and ties to stories and local spots that diamonds haven’t cut.
We open doors, we say hellos, we are courteous and kind. The children feel the love.
We ache, we pivot, we waffle, we dance. We take stock of the passing of time.
We sit in silence, sleep in grind, wake to chests opened and pained.
We laugh, we cry, we do our time. Our friends know how to walk the line.
There’s a way to do this right. And there’s a way to do this wrong. And then there is doing the best we can.