I am the little boy with holes in his shoes and second hand clothes
I am the teenager without lunch money, buying groceries with his birthday money
I am the man who got work to adopt your family and brought your son his first bike
I am the man who helped make sure the kids on free lunch have food on the weekend
I am the unloved boy, ignored and alone
I am the fatherless son who needed you
I am the Father who builds Legos and listens to you talk about the game you just got
I am the Father who comes to class parties and was excited to read The Spooky Old Tree to your class
I am the Father who tells you he loves you a million times a day
I am the silent boy stuck with your secret
I am the shamed young man who has never been himself
I am the young husband who thinks he might be gay because his body responded
I am the husband that tried to push you away
I am the man who’s no longer silent
I am the man lowering his defense and letting people in
I am the husband doing my best to be present
I am the boy with a broken past
I am the man trying to heal his world in the present
"And yes, I have searched the rooms of the moon on cold summer nights.
And yes, I have refought those unfinished encounters. Still, they remain unfinished.
And yes, I have at times wished myself something different."
- Bob Kaufman, I Have Folded My Sorrows -