My Personal Work
I’m very keen to share some of my personal things on this website, as well as the main concept Of The Floor is Yours, which is the sharing of views to build a story.
I had the enormous privilege of welcoming my daughter into the world last year, but I found it difficult to adjust to new life. One of the things that helped me say goodbye to my old self was to write a poem, so I did! This first one is named: Enter Fatherhood
Enter Fatherhood
As I slide to bed with seldom a worry
Just myself and I traipsing up the stairs
Truth be told there would be no such hurry.
Life comes fast, furiously, time waiting not
Focused much on self, yearning for more
Yet in waiting, knowingly, the heart is ready for a Dot.
The joys of marriage, wrapped in a loving ball
Comforts of life, few pressures are felt
The bonds now prepared for the greatest test of all.
The furry companion that is, Teddy the canine
Child of sorts, yet different he be
Affection and warmth, he ages finer than wine.
What one would give to bridge a gap in time
A man to a man, the knowledge of fathering
Fear not my friend, your world is about to be sublime.
Past meanders on, but lingers still in the mind
A good run was had, but life must evolve
For now Dolly needs a hero, one she shall find.
Writing that first poem really encouraged me to do more, and so I wrote a second. This one was about the life of a new parent, and how great (and tough!) it is. Just when you think you’ve cracked it…
I think I'm getting the hang of this...
On goes the nappy, she’s happy, laughing we are
All clean, glean, spick and span all part of the plan
Back in the arms safe, sound not a worry to be found
Coo or hoo, only we know who, right it feels
The nectar of life, time to survive, revive, as she consumes
The eyes slip, so does the lip, rest knows not to flip
Content, quite, not a sound, intent to burst but not be found
Dark of night, lights low breath slow, all appears in flow
We seem to be getting the hang of this…
…
She cries, howls, where is that feed
The wait to heat up, agonising, longer than ever
In pain is she, but why, how, what is it we need
Toying and guessing, trying desperately to soothe
The grey hairs prowl, slowly, surely they move in
Twilight comes, yet the noise still fails to abate
In there comes Dolly, she yearns for us, ever more
We rock, we carry, try we must to calm down
Battling it may seem, though victory is not too late
…
Hush dominates the skies, a pindrop be heard
Dolly settles slowly, to no soul she can spurn
By night it seems that the state in play that is bliss
Thought it still must be said, are we finally getting the hang of this?
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