What a beautiful moment.My little girl jumpshappily into my arms -holds me close and whispers in my ear:"Daddy, you're fat!"What do you do in a moment like this?How do you respond?For one, you're a little insecureabout that added weight -but it's not like you can just go cry in a corner.I mean, c'mon man! You're an adultwith a mortgage! Get a hold of yourself, will ya?So you do what any respe... »
"Spare the rod,Spoil the child,"he says, as he mercilessly beats the boyacross his shoulders and backwith the metal buckle of his old leather belt.He invokes the name of Godas the reason for his crime,as if he's doing the boy a favor.As if he's doing God a favor.Suddenly, as the boy glances up, dizzy from the pain,he sees the face of Jesus right there with him.The words "Child, I don't c... »
I watch as she quietly re-shelves the out of place books in the children's section of the Library.Who knew three kids could do this much damage?Some wouldn't appreciate the beauty of this moment.Some would question why an educated womanwould choose a career path thatfeatures decreased funding,a low salary,and less and less honor from the outside wo... »
I watch as my wife,after having put up with ourscreaming, hyper,sugar-filled childrensince early in the morningsits down with thembefore bed and reads to them,filling their imaginationswith possibility and wonder.This poem © Kevin Walker. Published October 2012. »