Camping is no longer
a thing filled with excitement.
Too accustomed, I am, to comfort
and electronic entertainment.
Yet, here I go again,
while seeking to engender
filial bonds without resentment.
So, into this, I plunge,
to strengthen our attachment
even though I am assured
of our relationship entrenchment.
But, truth be told, it’s hand in glove;
there is no bounding a father’s love.