You were our first born,
and the first baby
the young doctor had delivered,
assisted by midwife nurses;
the first baby I had seen born
in my 34 years of life.
Your Uncle B came for me
and took me home,
and I walking on air,
being a father for the first time,
having given you my first
daddy smiling stare.
You in your cot
in our room at night,
and I walking on tiptoe
to the cot to hear you breathe,
and hearing your gentle
breathing sound,
I would tiptoe back to bed
keeping the breathing
in my worried daddy's head.
Now you are a mother
and do what good mothers do,
but some nights I imagine
I hear breathing
and imagine it
could be you.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
You were our first born,
and the first baby
the young doctor had delivered,
assisted by midwife nurses;
the first baby I had seen born
in my 34 years of life.
Your Uncle B came for me
and took me home,
and I walking on air,
being a father for the first time,
having given you my first
daddy smiling stare.
You in your cot
in our room at night,
and I walking on tiptoe
to the cot to hear you breathe,
and hearing your gentle
breathing sound,
I would tiptoe back to bed
keeping the breathing
in my worried daddy's head.
Now you are a mother
and do what good mothers do,
but some nights I imagine
I hear breathing
and imagine it
could be you.
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