God in My Heart

I can hardly bear the beauty and vulnerability of the heart of a child.

My Very First Dad

I remember him
Like God in my heart, I remember him in my heart
like the clouds overhead,
and strawberry ice cream and bananas
when I was a little kid.
But the most I remember
is his love,
as big as Texas
when I was born.

By a 5th grader, whose father skipped town the day he was born, in Texas
From Kathleen Norris’ The Cloister Walk