I
totally feel like cheating tonight and posting an “old” poem from one of my
journals. Okay, here it goes! I will randomly select a journal off the shelf
and turn to the first poem that is there. The winner is…written August 17,
2005. Our son was about six weeks old. And how appropriate for today! He is
ever a “diamond in the rough”.
Father’s Daydream
A
little bundle of grace
Arrived
on my doorstep
Crying,
drooling, and wriggling
from
the beginning
to
be a part of me
he
is a meld of us
bright
eyed, wide eyed,
looking
so wise
but
with so much to learn
he
blinks at a rate
of
the millions of moments
that
will pass
“before
we know it”
He
gives us more meaning and connection
He
will take our strength
Spending
our youth
Like
one thin dime
Our
diamond in the rough
Cut
by “the expert”
Spit
shined with
Torn
rags of love
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