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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Are you the Bard that composed this Jonny? Either way…nicely done!
they can make you feel so helpless. good one, daddy.
Here I am thinking his kid’s gone and died on them…
Way to confuse us non-parent types.
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.
Jonny – you are a lucky man and your daughter is a lucky kid
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.
…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…