The First Day

September 20, 2009
By Anonymous

The first day I held you, you cried,
Especially when your mother died,

I ended up raising you on my own,
I didn’t care; you were free to roam,

The first day you were hurt, I was about to panic,
For if something happened to you, I would go manic,

I ended up tending to your wound,
When I was done, you got up and loomed,

The first day you went to school,
I took a picture, you said 'Dad you look so cool!'

When you went to collage; I was so proud,
Then you threw your hat with the rest of the crowd,

I know my end is near,
Please have no fear,

I have been waiting, don't call it harm,
To hold my son in my arms.

The author's comments:
I was in the world of parenthood for five minutes.

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