Man , Husband , Father
( 10/24/12)
First and foremost - I am a man
And I had to gratify my needs
Then she came along and planted her seed.
Right then I knew she had to be part of my life
So I made her my wife.
But there was still something missing in my heart
And it was tearing me apart.
What was this need - this desire - that I had to fill?
I couldn’t give up, it was bugging me still.
Then it dawned on me that I would never be complete
Until I had a child playing at my feet.
I fulfilled my goal that my wife would
No longer work- and all my friends called me a jerk.
I was always taught that the man must be
The family head - and on that road I would tread.
Being in the food line since the age of eight
I did not have to contemplate
Every one has to eat ! So supermarkets and
Restaurant management I had to defeat.
I knew also that I would have to be a
“ jack of all trades” - so I watched and questioned
Others who had the skills of plumbing , carpentry
Electrical too, these were things that a home owner must do.
I had become her husband, chauffer, and her friend
And to her , my ear I’d lend.
All her appointments , I was there
And the results we would share.
Then the news came that I waited to hear
That my wife was pregnant and my child she did bear.
Now I felt whole, I felt complete
This news wiped me off my feet
I knew already That a girl would be the part
Who would capture my soul, and heart.
They say only a mother can know the
Pleasures and pains- “ but” in a fathers heart
He feels the same.
He does not feel the kicks and turns
And the morning sickness that a woman may feel
But he shares the joys that he sees on her face
As on her stomach his hand is placed.
Now my need, my desire was filled
And I rejoice to this day still.
© L . RAMS
Copyright © Louis Rams | Year Posted 2012
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