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

2010

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