I am a Father, yet ….
I wonder if I’ll truly be
I hear our unborn infant calling
I see his lonely eyes
I want to apologise
I am a Father, yet ….
I pretend that I am patient
I feel your breath struggle upon my ear
I touch your tear-struck lips
I worry that I am selfish
I cry for those we lost
I am a Father, yet …
I understand my children love me
I say “I love you both”
I dream that you will make us proud; you have
I hope you understand
I am a Father, yet …
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Children are a gift. Mine are a blessing. Where does this urge to create “your own” child come from? Why is every failure so painful?
Posted by Brad 
