I can finally read Between Two Trees without bursting into tears at the end. Few can say they've built their own home, fewer still have built such a sturdy father-son relationship. 💕
Thanks Patris. Being a father has been, and still is, my greatest joy in life. He wanted to drive our car that summer, at 17, but it would have bumped our insurance up so I said "if you come out and help me build the cabin for four weeks, your mom and I will pay for the additional insurance."
What a profoundly beautiful relationship, perfectly distilled into a poem. I’m sure your son Carrie’s these words with him whether he’s between two trees, two buildings, or two phases of life.
I like that treasure filled chests because I know we both look so fondly at that time together sleeping in a tent, cooking our meals on a fire each night and drifting off to sleep looking at the stars
I can finally read Between Two Trees without bursting into tears at the end. Few can say they've built their own home, fewer still have built such a sturdy father-son relationship. 💕
You distill the joy in our children and a time we share that won’t ever not be.
Profoundly moving poem - thank you also Wes, for sharing the photographs. Beautiful boy. Beautiful man.
Thanks Patris. Being a father has been, and still is, my greatest joy in life. He wanted to drive our car that summer, at 17, but it would have bumped our insurance up so I said "if you come out and help me build the cabin for four weeks, your mom and I will pay for the additional insurance."
A great deal. For both of you. Agree on the joy they give us, even when they’re unaware of the sheer the gift they are to us.
What a profoundly beautiful relationship, perfectly distilled into a poem. I’m sure your son Carrie’s these words with him whether he’s between two trees, two buildings, or two phases of life.
Thanks Kimberly. Last poem, I swear and it's about some roses I met about a year ago in France. https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/rose-of-all-roses
Your carpentry and skill of weaving this into poetry is admirable and it's such a nice touch how you dote on your son.
Thank you. I try not to dote. My parents did not dote but obviously, I am not like them in this way.
Rad dad club!!
That’s a favourite. Super excellent poem. Thanks Wes
Beautiful.
Wow, I feel your feelings.
Stan, there's nothing like connecting over shared feelings.
I like that treasure filled chests because I know we both look so fondly at that time together sleeping in a tent, cooking our meals on a fire each night and drifting off to sleep looking at the stars