FATHERHOOD

FATHERHOOD – only through experience is it understood.

It has a fun start; you’re a lover to make life,
It’s one part you, the other half your wife.

It’s shared and declared, ‘You’re going to be a dad!’
You’re scared, unprepared, yet glowing and glad.

Months’ progress… Maternity dress,
Mothers obsess… Mounting stress.    

Then, the call from her, it is time sir,
Drop it all to chauffeur; your mind is a blur.

Delivery room, womb, soon… you swoon over this face in a cocoon.

FATHERHOOD - it never felt so good.

You pack up your newborn; then off you go,
Your back is up; next warned to drive slow.

In the beginning you watch them like a hawk,
There’s big grinning as they talk and they walk.

They do funny things, some mindless ones too,
But the funny thing is… they remind you of you.

A tantrum thrown,
A broken bone,
Slow school zone,
Pay for a phone,
Teenager tone,
College loan,
On their own,
Many a milestone.

More or less, you parent by brail,
Moments of success, instants you fail.  

You try your best to be patient a while,
While they try to test your patience on trial.

You teach them everything you know to be true,
And in return, they show you a new thing or two.

You get nearer to that notorious, beer bod,
You fret by a mirror with an inglorious ‘dear God’.

But you choose, to pay dues, so your child’s life improves.

Lastly, I should ID a reality…

Maybe your dad was a bum, hit you some, or left your mum.

I regret what he did to you – I’d take it back if I could,
He offset your view in an attack of FATHERHOOD.

For a dad should be someone who labours in lessons of love,
If you’re lost for a sample look to The Father and Son above.

Would I recommend it? I truly would,
What a worthwhile godsend is FATHERHOOD.

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