The Ones
A love in the making
Not Yet a Memory
Eight Ten Oh Seven
Pain
The Water
Paper Umbrellas
Castle Builders
Dream Suite
Eight Ten, Oh Seven
The hospital beds
the heartbeats of both mommy and daughter
I've not eaten for more than a day for my stomach has asked for nothing.
the sounds of television shows distract my eyes
though my ears are not so lucky.
at any moment, by any second on this day it's the director's cut edition
of my new role of fatherhood.
sleep is of a foreign life now, at least with these white sheets and stiff pillows.
I've made new friends dressed in pleasantly colored scrubs
they come and go so frequently here.
and alas the time has arrived, there is far more life in this room now
although they motion like machines, speaking in tongues of medicine
and as I stood there alive I had no feeling of strength at all.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
whooooooo
the heartbeats of both mommy and daughter
I've not eaten for more than a day for my stomach has asked for nothing.
the sounds of television shows distract my eyes
though my ears are not so lucky.
at any moment, by any second on this day it's the director's cut edition
of my new role of fatherhood.
sleep is of a foreign life now, at least with these white sheets and stiff pillows.
I've made new friends dressed in pleasantly colored scrubs
they come and go so frequently here.
and alas the time has arrived, there is far more life in this room now
although they motion like machines, speaking in tongues of medicine
and as I stood there alive I had no feeling of strength at all.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
whooooooo
I'm holding the mother's hand now, counting from 1 to 10 to regulate her efforts.
she is pushing, however, my daughter appears to pay no mind.
I start thinking of how she'll become, my daughter.
will I really be the one suffocating myself with thoughts of ill intended young men
will I be lucky enough to have a friendship coexist with my duties as a father.
will she love me the way I will always make sure she knows that I love her.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
whooooooo
no luck this time
come on claire bear, that's the name we decided on, the mother and me
she is pushing, however, my daughter appears to pay no mind.
I start thinking of how she'll become, my daughter.
will I really be the one suffocating myself with thoughts of ill intended young men
will I be lucky enough to have a friendship coexist with my duties as a father.
will she love me the way I will always make sure she knows that I love her.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
whooooooo
no luck this time
come on claire bear, that's the name we decided on, the mother and me
her name is claire, god I wish she were here already.
I've been so anxious to hold her hand for the first time
to feed her for the first time
to look at her even when her eyes cannot focus the blur that is me
to say I love you pretty girl and just have her feel how much truth exists behind
these lips I call my own 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
and she's here...
wow....
look at that head of hair, and her little feet and those tiny finger tips
I am a father
she is my daughter
a love worth so much more than this poem.
I've been so anxious to hold her hand for the first time
to feed her for the first time
to look at her even when her eyes cannot focus the blur that is me
to say I love you pretty girl and just have her feel how much truth exists behind
these lips I call my own 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
and she's here...
wow....
look at that head of hair, and her little feet and those tiny finger tips
I am a father
she is my daughter
a love worth so much more than this poem.
