Tomboy

I love men, because I am lucky,

and know good ones.

My husband,

My father, father-in-law,

brothers, my uncles, my cousins,

my friends,

those with beards,

those who fish,

those who cry,

those who don’t apologize for feelings,

those who are in theater,

those who can’t sing, but do in the car,

those who watch over others,

those who fix anything,

those who are talented,

those who think about the Roman Empire,

those who are working on themselves,

those that make me laugh,

those old men that wink as they bustle past me,

those who tell me secrets,

those with beards -

I said that already,

those who hold open doors,

those who smile,

those who wear hats,

those with blue eyes,

those with brown eyes,

those who know a smile is just polite,

those who give me Ibuprofen when I have cramps,

those who hold people together,

those who speak out

those who march

those who are smart, those who are learning,

those who walk on the right side of the street,

those who pick flowers.

Those who want to name their daughter after a woman in their life.

Those who were kind to me.

Those who are who they are and are proud of being a man

without being afraid of being a person and experiencing life and all it can throw at it because they know how to play baseball

and their emotions.

Those who are in my life and are kind enough to let me have a slice of theirs,

those who I will tell my future kids about,

because I will teach them all about good men.