Cole Smith
A quilt I am to sew,
A space to thread,
here by there,
as long as I’m able.
A companion
sprouting and weaving, rivering,
I’m for you, and you for me.
We, an endless well,
to keep warm and hydrated with purpose.
As birdsong bouncing off the wood,
you are there even when I'm not.
My greatest gift, for what I am most grateful.
“Hey little daddy!”