Poem -
Sleepy Daddy
Eyes blinking for what they long,
longer stretches of rest come dawn.
Exhaustion's crest has come again,
but when will it be gone?
This bundle of joy comes with a price,
though paid in full with every chance.
The toll is felt with each strained glance.
Where the hell are my pants?
Under the crib?
Behind that chair?
Next the stack of diapers there?
What the hell is in my hair?
Never mind,
I need not know.
I have ceased to care,
I am letting go.
For my life's missions have narrowed to one...
Cherish my sleep and love my son.
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This is lovely. The Joy's that a newborn bring! Sleepless nights seem never ending at first but they do end and all too soon they grow up ...then you have sleepless nights all over again, worrying until you hear their key in the door. Love the poem x
Thank you John.
Well done. Perfectly distilled.
Reminds me of some cherished moments.