Matthew Harris Poet Free verse

December 22nd 1996 First Part

never could this baby boomer papa – 
   lviii orbitz round mister sun as I write while wife 
at present (takes her siesta) imagine 
   dragons, killer Queen Latifah countless ways, 

   thee first of deux daughters 
   would in vite learning how to comprehend 
   unfamiliar infant siren ear splitting strife
and mandatory pronto reception, 
   unwittingly ineluctably altering my life 

prior to parturition of our eldest heiress, 
   ah wanna let
chew in on a bit about mess elf 
   before becoming a papa 
   no emotional, financial, 
   nor physical obligation dim manned did
 
   obliged, nor required this bard **** to in debt
any of his waking and sleeping second, 
   minute, quotidian hour, 
   et cetera on behalf of another person Yukon bet

char sweet bippy, that despite initial onset 
   of anticipatory anxiety (no pet
tee personal issue; burping baby, 
   diapering, swaddling, et cetera fermi person 

   easily got shucked off), hitherto 
   didst any phenomena until then 
   force displacement of personal habits 
   to become secondary, and obviously, 

   seriously visibly up set 
status quo, where embedded fixations 
   housed within this scribe 
   required reassignment of tasks 
   until salient event forced him to vet
any less important issues 

   to an unspecified future 
   date and/or time, which role  
   i.e. forsook luxury sans, 
   affordable focus on me, 
   and immediately didst force crash course 
   to keep figurative whet
   stone sharp every waking 
   and sleeping moment of me life, yet....

though a crash course imposed  role 
   viz immediate adjustment of mister mom
(which obviously necessitated significant sacrifice 
   upon the head of this major Tom)

never before until that juncture 
   such selfless experience ever met, 
but in retrospect salutary outcome 
   found thoughts linkedin whereby
   time never divided, partitioned, 
   or sectored off to another livingsocial being

I never took care of an infant, 
   when her crying heard
   yet, the birth of E_ L_ H_ incurred
   (born at Bryn Mawr Hospital),

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment