Pot of Water

I’ve always thought my dad got it wrong.

He focused too much on providing that he forgot how else to care.

He didn’t have to bring the most bread. He just had to make sure my mum was good. And if my mum was good, we’d be good.

But he got it wrong.

I’m conscious of the ways in which we’re the same. In which we can be the same.

Princess had a cold, and my instinct was to provide.

Let me buy a cough syrup. Tell me what to do.

I had a cold, and her instinct was to care.

Let me carry the bag for you. How’re you feeling?

I boiled a pot of water. Put your head over it.