Nate is the papa
As he lays his baby grandsons Sachin and August on his chest
They fall asleep together
And he pretends not to be in love with them.
Nate is the papa
As he loads the van with camping equipment
Tows Samantha’s canoe and throws balls to Max
He pretends not to be in love with them.
Nate is the papa
As he kicks around his philosophy about jobs, trips, food, and finance,
He discusses deeper urges with his sons Jon, Dylan, and Sunil,
And he pretends not to be in love with them.
Nate is the papa
As he explores how to deal with children, family, food, and relationships,
He shares his wisdom with his daughters Ariana, Heidi, and Emily,
And he pretends not to be in love with them.
Nate is the papa
As he erects fences, digs holes, runs tillers, mows lawns,
And hangs out in doctors’ waiting rooms instead of sailing toward Tahiti,
Alas, he cannot pretend. I know he is in love with me.
By Sandra Bender
June 20, 2009
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