DanRiversBooks
Colony Member
Hi everyone,
This is my first proper post on here, and I'm not afraid to say how far out of my comfort zone this is. I am not one for sharing much in person, let alone online. Last week, I became a father, and while sitting by my sleeping wife and child, I wrote a poem about the experience. That seems a fitting first post as it is the beginning of a new chapter (book pun intended) in my life.
I don't expect any replies or anything, just trying to overcome this initial barrier.
The night bled into morning, the day and evening and soon it was night again.
This was never the plan.
The plan has gone long ago.
Now, theatre light bore down on us,
Stealing away the peace of darkness.
Everything has been explained,
Papers had been signed,
But, still, we felt lost.
Air, thick and humid, clung to tired, worried bodies,
Holding hands in the confusion,
Armies of people in different colours moved around the room in chattered synchronicity.
They all had a part to play.
Everyone knew what to do,
Except us.
Numb.
Everything was numb.
I, the sympathetic bystander, felt helpless in the chaos.
There was nothing we could do now.
We must listen with tired ears and comply.
They knew what to do so we did not have to.
Yet, still, we were worried.
No longer in control.
Then, you arrived.
Skin pale and pink,
Smudged with blood and white stuff.
That was the first I saw of you,
As you were presented over the cloth wall.
The welcome sound of screams rang out,
Washing the worry away.
Thick, brown hair covered your head,
Deformed by remnants of suction cups,
Quickly hidden by a yellow knitted hat.
You were smaller than I had imagined.
Yet, so much bigger.
So fragile and light in my hand.
Will you break if I hold you too tight?
You will certainly cry.
It's uncanny how much noise can come from something so small.
That first time I held you in my arms,
A strong feeling filled me.
But unlike the stories I have been told,
It was not love that consumed me.
A lack of sleep had inhibited me from that.
It was more than that.
It was sudden and quick.
An overwhelming sense of responsibility flooded through my veins.
You were ours.
You were mine.
I will be there for you.
I will care for you.
I will protect you.
Forever and always.
You were worth the wait.
This is my first proper post on here, and I'm not afraid to say how far out of my comfort zone this is. I am not one for sharing much in person, let alone online. Last week, I became a father, and while sitting by my sleeping wife and child, I wrote a poem about the experience. That seems a fitting first post as it is the beginning of a new chapter (book pun intended) in my life.
I don't expect any replies or anything, just trying to overcome this initial barrier.
Labor-ious Bystander
The evening bled slowly into night,The night bled into morning, the day and evening and soon it was night again.
This was never the plan.
The plan has gone long ago.
Now, theatre light bore down on us,
Stealing away the peace of darkness.
Everything has been explained,
Papers had been signed,
But, still, we felt lost.
Air, thick and humid, clung to tired, worried bodies,
Holding hands in the confusion,
Armies of people in different colours moved around the room in chattered synchronicity.
They all had a part to play.
Everyone knew what to do,
Except us.
Numb.
Everything was numb.
I, the sympathetic bystander, felt helpless in the chaos.
There was nothing we could do now.
We must listen with tired ears and comply.
They knew what to do so we did not have to.
Yet, still, we were worried.
No longer in control.
Then, you arrived.
Skin pale and pink,
Smudged with blood and white stuff.
That was the first I saw of you,
As you were presented over the cloth wall.
The welcome sound of screams rang out,
Washing the worry away.
Thick, brown hair covered your head,
Deformed by remnants of suction cups,
Quickly hidden by a yellow knitted hat.
You were smaller than I had imagined.
Yet, so much bigger.
So fragile and light in my hand.
Will you break if I hold you too tight?
You will certainly cry.
It's uncanny how much noise can come from something so small.
That first time I held you in my arms,
A strong feeling filled me.
But unlike the stories I have been told,
It was not love that consumed me.
A lack of sleep had inhibited me from that.
It was more than that.
It was sudden and quick.
An overwhelming sense of responsibility flooded through my veins.
You were ours.
You were mine.
I will be there for you.
I will care for you.
I will protect you.
Forever and always.
You were worth the wait.
Wonderful poem xx
