Poem of your first day

by DRM

The first time I held you

We were in the hospital room before your mother
Came out of recovery. I was ragged
From the chaotic night, the fast change
Into operating scrubs, the paced urgency
Of the nursing staff as they rolled the gurney
Through the double doors, two lives
Hanging in the balance. You were emerging
From the pre-natal viscosity into this vast openness.
I held you in my arms, brought you high on my chest,
To tell you something. I will love you always,
I will get out of your way so you can find life,
I will never stop being your father.
Your small black eyes glistened. Your lips were moist.
The room was filling up with your future
And I never wanted to let you go