P-Section


I tugged and sliced you from where you felt safe,
even though you’re unready to face the world.

But here you are.
Blinking, adjusting, squirming,
desperate to be constrained again.
Yet slowly awakening to the fact that
everything is now different.

Hesitantly I take the mewling poem,
clothe it in paper,then
place it in a cardboard crib.

I step back, wondering,
am I ready to be a father?

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