The breath of my lungs whisked away in the wind,
To think of her again,
To dream of her,
Now, holding my daughter,
After an eternity of severance,
Or what felt like so.
God, the mere idea of fatherhood,
What a concept. What a blessing,
An utter, unfathomable honor,
And to have what I’ve always needed,
The unconditional love of a daughter,
To humble me.
And yet here I am,
Over the hills and far away,
Several sleeps in the distance,
Wondering,
Just pondering the concept,
Of fatherhood.
It surely trembles my core,
I can feel the spastic nature of my abdomen,
The whirl of fluids as I study this new merit,
Terrified, mortified, and magnified,
My thoughts run away from me.
What makes me worthy of such an honor?
And she demands nothing, not a cent,
She demands not a second on my clock,
The courtesy of notification,
With no request, is somehow,
Worse than a court ruling,
Because it is all left up to me.
A surprise kiss from the blessed mother,
She appeared like Houdini,
A miracle of our creator,
And the sunshine to my seemingly insoluble gloom,
My heart raised from my chest,
A once lifeless tomb.
She is mine,
Half of me, Half of she,
My new smile, my beating heart,
My masterpiece,
And it is all left up to no man,
A soul no other than me.