Thursday’s Poem – The weight

The weight

I awoke with at start
and remember nothing
about the first flight of stairs
on the way to my
daughters room.

I met my wife
at the bedside
and we held her
together
as she cried.

She lay limp
in my arms
trusting
my strength
more than anything
in this world.

And the weight of it
I did not feel
till much later.
 

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

10 thoughts on “Thursday’s Poem – The weight

  1. Pingback: silentdevotion.net » Thursday’s Poem - The weight

  2. Sorry BP – she is fine. Just a bit frightened by something or the other.

    And yes, Evil_Bumpkin, there poems are my own unless otherwise credited.

  3. Jonny:

    I find most of your poems amusing, but detracting from the reasons I read your blog religiously.

    This one hit home. With force.

    Submit this somewhere serious. It might launch your second career.

    John The Lawyer

    P.S. I’m now going to my kids’ room to hug them.

  4. …we do piss around a lot on this site, but these guys are quite right, jonny…

    …you had a touching family moment & created a beautiful poem/story for the world…

    …nice…