Just once, I wish I had a Father like Cliff, Phil or heck even Tim…….a handy man….

But instead I got Walter.

Or he got me…..

Just sometimes. . . I wish things were different. Nothing strips you naked, like the spirit…and, the fraility of humanity is obvious. And the forgotten parts of me, show up to me.

My first Daddy gave as a gift to Walter. And things aint right yet…..but there’s a part of me that wishes things weren’t they way they are.


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