Good night moon
Drift off amongst school of swimming stars
Good night daughter’s
In my head I tuck you in to show how loved you are.
Each day I try
To tell the moon good night
In hopes that my voice
Will echo from it’s light.
To fall as light
As a dandelion seed
Whispering to ears long shut
That its my apology they need.
I failed them you know
This man fell short
Instead of listening sometimes
I’d make them laugh and snort.
I’ve since learned
That they often felt lonely and small.
They would stare teary eyed anger
And think dad doesn’t care at all.
The truth is he DOESN’T care.
This is a fact.
It’s not some kind of game,
Or a role he can act.
In his heart you see,
The word care is to small.
Because there’s a small word that’s bigger
And that word is “All”.
It’s what I’ve always tried to give
Sometimes the direction goes arye.
On this my dear daughter’s
I would like to clearly clarify.
That I can be wrong
My opinions can be spurned
But I only look forward
As long as some lesson was learned.
So I say again and again
Goodnight moon.
And maybe once for me
Just pass on my message.
I hope to see you soon.
3.11.2023
Scott Lundberg
Duluth Minnesota
Hey kiddos,
My back will always be to the wind and cold of the world if you need a safe spot in one of those dad hugs. I’ve heard good reviews on them.
-dad
P.S. I might be gone when you read this somedayI have 2 things to say.
All the dogs are here.
If you need to talk quiet your mind and open it to the stars. You’ll learn how. I’ll be around.
Love
SCOTcrateese 
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