French girls are fun, my son,Spanish girls, not so.But if you make one yours,she can take you far,farther than you know. And son, I’d tell you,go see the world.Don’t let it pass you by.I’ve walked through many places,gazed beneath many foreign sky. So travel, my son.Get lost sometimes.Hear the tongues of strangers.Eat their food, tasteContinue reading “My Reggie Boy”
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The Boat Ride
“Look out the window, Daddy,”my boys screamed to me,so I leaned out and watched the rolling water crash – gently come to be. And somewhere in that moment,though I couldn’t tell you when.I wasn’t bauld and bulging—But a little boy again. The water caught the sunlight,the world fell soft and still.Nostalgia hit back quietly,as childhoodContinue reading “The Boat Ride”
Roots
Their little hands pulling me towards responsibility,not with force,but with trust.A tug at the sleeve,a voice in the night,small shoes waiting by the door.And suddenly a man understandsthat love is not a feeling that visits —it is weight carried willingly.The world still calls him elsewhere:towards freedom without anchors,towards silence, towards self.But those small handskeep leadingContinue reading “Roots”
Smith Shine Poetry 