Awakened from my slumber, I hear a sudden noise.
My mind starts to focus, as my body begins to awake.
The silence is pierced by the whimpers of my newborn son.
My eyes focus on the dark and shadowy figures within the room.
Reassuring him, I mumble I’m coming, I’m coming my boy.
I mossy, ever so slowly to the source of his beckoning voice.
With soft and gentle tones , I reassure and comfort his fears.
He's lying there, hoping, waiting, and longing for a parent’s touch.
Slowly and gently I caress his tender face, with the back of my hand.
The whimpers subside as he feels the affection of his fathers touch.
He senses loving arms will soon hold him so, very, very close.
A smile begins to grow, until it engulfs his precious little face.
Slowly, gently my hands slide under his tiny little frame.
I seem to here a shudder of relief echoing from his lips.
Very carefully I snuggle him within comfort of my chest.
Together we walk the walk to kitchen to get his nightly snack.
With one hand I comfort, giggle, and caress the tiny little lad.
The other is frantically measuring, pouring, and shaking his drink.
It's done my dearest little one, I say, as I place the nipple between his lips.
He vigorously begins tugging, sucking, and costing fluid into his mouth.
As the bottle empties, his vigor lessons and his eyes begin to close.
As his tiny hands thrash upon my arm, gently I hum a soft and soothing tune.
My thoughts are of all the things my son could do, and what he might be.
Will I guide him through the pitfalls, dangers and changeless of this mortal life.
Will he chose the right paths, as he grows, and changes from a boy to a man.
The responsibility of fatherhood such a wonderful but impromptu task.
Will I be a good example in all I teach, say, and mostly what I daily do?
He has finished his drinking, he's dosing, dosing, now he's asleep.
I slowly rise from my chair, rocking, jiggling, so he won’t awake.
Carefully I walk to the side of his bed, laying him gently on his side.
I wiggle the cradle to-and-fro to insure he remains fast, fast asleep.
Turning I scurry for my bed, OUCH! I stubbed my toe upon the corner of my dresser.
Limping, jumping, I feel my way back to the comfort of my awaiting bed.
One thought passes through my mind; just let me sleep the remainder of the night.
Awakened from my slumber, I hear a sudden noise.
My mind starts to focus, my body start to awake.
The silence is pierced by the whimpers of my newborn son.
My eyes focus on the dark and shadowy figures within the room.
Only two hours have passed since I was last awakened from my sleep.
As I listen to his crying, I remind myself how glad I am to be this little rascals dad.
I awake and arise, knowing, on the marrow I will not be healthy, wealthy or wise.
Yet deep inside a voice whispers this is one of life golden moments enjoy it.
Rising from my bed, ever so slowly, I remind myself that I’m a very LUCKY MAN! |
