Being a Father to an Infant

Lying in bed and immediately knowing the hard object that’s poking you in the butt is a toy.

Understanding the reason for your (stay-at-home) partner’s fatigue even though it may seem staying at home is a holiday.


Watching (with equal amounts of pleasure and worry) a little human chew food.

Discovering your honed reflexes is useful for something besides catching food before it hits the ground.

Building your upper body muscles without going to the gym. Babies aren’t featherlight.

Never eating a meal alone as long as Baby’s awake.

Speaking in tongues. Babyese.

Perfecting the acrobatics and finesse needed to use a smartphone or game console pad while holding Baby.

Praising every attempt and accomplishment – clapping hands, first steps, first words, ‘no tears-poo’.

Excuding immeasurable happiness whenever Baby falls asleep. And stays asleep all night.

Fatherhood Moments of Bliss

When Zoë…

(in no particular order, but I’ll leave the best for last)

  • falls asleep in my arms.
  • wakes up in the middle of the night, sits up in bed and talks to herself till she sleeps off. Well I do hope she IS talking to HERSELF.
  • doesn’t cry during bath time even when water flows down on her face.
  • stinks up the room but there’s nothing in her nappy, only memories of a fart.
  • gives me a panda-hug just because.19559-Panda-Hug
  • sleeps throughout a flight.
  • sleeps throughout a wedding ceremony.
  • sleeps while I’m trying to kill a boss on Xbox (you catch my drift regarding sleep).
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  • shows interest in books.
  • dances and sings on beat to the music in her head.
  • entertains herself in her playpen as long mommy/daddy smile at her once in a while. File_000.jpeg
  • shares lunch with me and we don’t even make a mess.
  • lets us dress her up without breaking a sweat.
  • gets tired of throwing her toys on the floor just to see how fast I can pick them up.
  • gives me a big wide smile when she sees me in the morning or when I get back from work.File_000 (1)
  • wakes up in the morning and goes to bed at night healthy, happy, and hearty.

Touch a Life

A toddler’s hand
swallowed whole
in a mother’s hand,
a life created
a destiny born

Is your path
adorned with stones
or Potholes
that never go dry?
Or Samaritans

The good kind,
masked behind
the faces of strangers around,
with rock-solid shoulders
and warm embraces

Does your reflection
tell stories?
Of unquenchable hope
and tunnels that end
in bright light and better times

Will you be my brother,
my sister? My Friend?
If at The Gates I were asked
For one among many
Will I proudly say your name?

too late for goodbyes and apologies

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At a bazaar in the old town
He once bought an umbrella
from an aged lady
in a dress of many colours

Memories
race back on bullet trains
through hollow spaces
in aching hearts

One Monday evening
his father Stalked out the door
into the rain
with a Juicy Bone of Contention

Regret
comes easy as time passes
In the future, apologies
are like Cheap Bracelets

Another rainy monday
His Umbrella long abandoned
in an unnamed ditch
After all, cars Kill fathers too.