Birds, trees, sky, morning mist

Happy birthday, dad.

Happy Monday, everyone.

Today is my dad’s birthday. He would have been 79.

My poem today is for him, to him.

I’ve also made a video talking about today, about him, about how I’m handling him not being here.

I tease the poem below. To read the whole poem, and to watch the video, I hope you’ll consider becoming a paid supporter of Every Day, Luv.

Thanks. :)

4/14/25
Dad
I sit
In this chair 
Every morning,
   inches away from a bird feeder.
I remember 
You tried every make and model 
And cursed the squirrels 
When they would 
   crash the party.