• nemesis_here 8w

    A Father

    There he lies on the couch
    flagging, famished
    as his child finally stopped crying
    He had to figure out
    why the baby cried, in pain
    what the baby needed
    hungry, nope
    diaper change, nope
    a mother's warmth, maybe
    But what could he do
    He's a single parent
    with a baby without a mother
    A bib around his neck, a milk bottle
    in one hand and the newborn in other
    He could only play some rhymes
    on the music system behind
    and set up all kinds of toys around

    There he lies on the couch
    flagging, famished
    as his child finally stopped crying
    when he put his kid on his chest
    giving the warmth, the love needed
    Baby is calm now, blabbering something
    sucking that thumb, maybe about to sleep now
    And around them in that room
    are rhymes, and chuff - chuff of
    toy trains on their own tracks,
    and da-dum-da-dum of
    drums in a monkey's hands
    bow - wow of dogs around
    gazes of two black hounds
    But as the child closes those bright eyes
    A smile appears on father's face
    And the noise is all now music to his ears.

    ©nemesis_here