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




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