Ah, Fatherhood – A Poem by Jared Conti for #CreativeThursday
Ah, Fatherhood
wake, in the wee hours of the night
horrors of the hours
the lack of sleep
keeping, creeping
up
my
spine
of which the books
don’t bother with the bullshit
folks do not fiddle
with the fallacy of fatherhood
the frailty
the finality
fizzing out
and fruit
not falling far
from the tree
this little guy
the apple of my eye
has gone tart
and mealy
and his mother and I
not much touchy-feely
forbidden, bottom of the midden
diapers piled high
*sigh*