To be a daddy again...."
To be a daddy again, I start to breathe again
suffocated by the anguish in my soul
and to feed my impatient impertinence
besides my little one, a new little one
grab the bottle and fix up her milk
to hope she doesn't cry long nights
and wakes up bright and early like her dad.
To be a daddy again is to bring my life full circle
and to end my never ending atonement
because I am as self-giving as I am self-loathing
minus the fearing, running through the clearing
across the spacious mine field of regrets
drowning my perennial sadness in the lake of kisses
that dried up with the winter.
To be a daddy again would be a dream
that knows no nightmares, or sleepless nights
a smile would be enough to efficiently suffice
my words, my thoughts, the song in my prose
that effortlessly becomes a sweet loving lullaby
to put my baby to sleep in the darkness of the world
and to wake up every morning to sweet loving eyes.
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 3:28 PM UTC
To be a daddy again...."
To be a daddy again, I start to breathe again
suffocated by the anguish in my soul
and to feed my impatient impertinence
besides my little one, a new little one
grab the bottle and fix up her milk
to hope she doesn't cry long nights
and wakes up bright and early like her dad.
To be a daddy again is to bring my life full circle
and to end my never ending atonement
because I am as self-giving as I am self-loathing
minus the fearing, running through the clearing
across the spacious mine field of regrets
drowning my perennial sadness in the lake of kisses
that dried up with the winter.
To be a daddy again would be a dream
that knows no nightmares, or sleepless nights
a smile would be enough to efficiently suffice
my words, my thoughts, the song in my prose
that effortlessly becomes a sweet loving lullaby
to put my baby to sleep in the darkness of the world
and to wake up every morning to sweet loving eyes.
