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.
February 28th, 2008 at 7:49 am
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February 28th, 2008 at 8:17 am
:)
February 28th, 2008 at 8:29 am
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February 28th, 2008 at 8:39 am
Are you the Bard that composed this Jonny? Either way…nicely done!
February 28th, 2008 at 9:27 am
they can make you feel so helpless. good one, daddy.
February 28th, 2008 at 10:40 am
Here I am thinking his kid’s gone and died on them…
Way to confuse us non-parent types.
February 28th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
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.
February 28th, 2008 at 6:44 pm
Jonny – you are a lucky man and your daughter is a lucky kid
February 28th, 2008 at 6:52 pm
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.
February 28th, 2008 at 10:58 pm
…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…