Oh to the beautiful wretched spawns of loins that bleed us of patience, sanity and money.
Kick us when we’re down with their opposing agendas and indifferent attitudes.
Mock us with a severity that rivals our enemies while they turn the daggers of our own words back towards our hearts.
Look – above the horizon, a cuddle has risen.
Listen – on the wind, the sweetest words ever spoken have been uttered.
Watch – on their faces, as the seemingly mundane transforms into an elation of discovery.
A mutual amnesia sets in as we quickly forgive and forget all the transgressions from mere moments before.
Muck and dirt.
Wash and rinse.
The cycle continues.
In the end,
A comfy pair of jeans with rips, worn knees,
And some mystery stains that won’t wash out.
– Jason Lee Shanks (2016)