Four Sons Plus a Sister


Six-foot-four walks through the door

In fatigues, fatigued

Fists tight, jaw clenched

Tears in eyes

Looks down on three-foot-ten

Counts to ten

One son, one of four

Plus a sister

Looks up to his father

Tears in eyes

Sorry he swung at a teacher

This son, one of four

Plus a sister

Angry, on the edge

Because dad went to war

Mom lost it, lost the kids

Four sons

Plus a sister

Then needed to be fostered

Dad came home

PTSD in his bags

No wife, no mother

For four sons

Plus one sister

Two sons

Plus one sister

Back with dad

No job, little income

Parenting experience near none

Another son, a toddler

Back home now

One father, four kids

Trying, struggling

Dads Group, therapy

Coping strategies

Visitations with the mother

Until this mother

Becomes another

No show

One father, four kids

The littlest son

Is yet to come

Fatigued father

Breathes now

Uncurls fists

And scoops up

His son

This one son

And hugs him

To his fatigued chest.

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Anonymous
    Nov 15, 2014 @ 10:25:45

    Love this!!!


  2. Deborah
    Nov 15, 2014 @ 23:26:29

    It’s so powerful! It makes you wonder how some people are able to do the things this life asks them to do. He is truly awesome! Thanks for sharing his story.


  3. warburk2013
    Nov 18, 2014 @ 20:41:42

    Your gift for empathy makes you a fine writer. I am certain this translates into your teaching. Beautiful post.


    • randee
      Nov 18, 2014 @ 20:55:08

      Thank you for your kind words. They are helpful at times when I’m not sure I am being effective enough with all of the needs in my classroom.


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