My first child

When my first child was born
life was never the same again.

Me and him were tied for life.

Dependent and starting a story.

Tired waking in the middle
of the night.

Rocking him silently
and taking him to the breast.

Screaming in hospital from
a temperature.

Worry and helpless in
a waiting room.

Seeing the first steps
and the stumbling.

Feeding in the tired time
of day.

And to this hour I think
of him in all his life
and all his striving
for happiness.

And I still remember when
my first child was born.