I am your father
I’ve always been here
You are my daughter
You are my son
I’ve never wavered
I’ve never questioned
You have been foremost
By far number one
But now I feel distant
Now I feel lonely
An inconvenience
Who no longer belongs
And soon I’ll be vacant
Gone to my maker
You both left to wonder
— the right and the wrong
(To Aging Parents Everywhere: April, 2026)
Take A Breath — Close Your Eyes — And Jump
It’s better to take a giant leap
and fail
Than to forever build castles
— on the ledge
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Too true Kurt. Well written it speaks with feeling
Thanks, hopefully you're immune.
You are most welcome Kurt no I have four children and four grand children and I am not immune my friend but we will see if I can avoid it.
Best thoughts on aging and engaging with our aged. 🕊️🙏🤩
Thanks A.
Welcome, Kurt 🙏🏻🕊️
Kurt, there’s a quiet weight all through this…love stated so clearly at the start, and then that slow drift into distance and being an inconvenience. That word lands hard. And the way you close on “— on the ledge”…it feels like everything left unsaid just hanging there. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks again, TR. Happy Easter.
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