Thursday, July 14, 2011

Footsteps (poem)


Lullabyes and midnight cries
Your tiny fingers wrapped in theirs,
Big eyes that see a perfect world
Free of fears and cares.

Playpens, cribs and plastic bibs
Mommy at your beckon call,
Constant service, daddy's nervous
Are they ready for it all?

First smile, first laugh, first words and steps
Crayons, books and blocks,
Pee-pee dance in training pants
Cupboards with child-proof locks.

Climbing trees and scraping knees
A world of endless wonder,
Ask mommy why the sky is blue
And what makes rain and thunder.

Soon grade-school books and awkward looks
Bring crushes, broken hearts and then,
A high school dance, chance for romance
And love finds you again.

Praying, hoping, back seat groping
Finally leaving home,
She wears your shirts, toothbrush on your sink,
A pillow next to your own.

Next years bring a wedding ring
And with a new heartbeat your family grows,
The love of your life about to give you another
More beautiful each day as she shows.

Find yourselves in a hospital room
Holding her hand, words loving and warm,
The pain and the tears fulfill a dream held for years
As this precious creation is born.

Lullabyes and midnight cries
Mommy at her beckon call,
Constant service and you're both nervous...

Are you ready for it all? Registered & Protected


  1. I like this a lot. Has any of your stuff ever been published? I can't help but think maybe it was written from your point of view, wondering what it might have been like to have a child?

  2. sounds like you are getting clucky Baz, do you ever regret not having children?

  3. @ Anonymous: thanks!
    @ Jill: glad you like it. Yes, in a way it was written from my point of view of wondering what it would be like to have a child. I was saying to Becca that I never wrote about these things before I met her.
    @ Anonymous: "Baz" lol, I've never been called that before. Do I ever regret not having children? No, I know I've made the right choice and Sandy feels the same for herself as well. Not that I dislike kids, I just never had the desire to have my own. Still I'd be lying if I said I don't have moments where I wonder what it would be like to have someone to call me daddy. The hardest it ever hit me was when Sandy and I were shopping for little jumpers for her niece's boys.
    @ Becca: thank you for this. I never expected you to influence me as much as you have over the past year + but it's been an amazing experience.