Okay, I'M Ready, What's Step Two
I followed the recipe on the first meal,
Cooked for my wonderful new expectant bride.
Focused on ingredients, prepared with zeal,
I baked it too long, it came out burnt and dried.
Our first crib in a box, directions in hand,
Assembled in order, part by pictured part.
By no means was it easy to understand,
Something just wasn't right, I had to restart.
Following the soft spoken voice from my phone.
My wife in labor, son ready to be born,
Siri's voice was so calm in her normal tone,
Wrong way on a one way met with blaring horn.
No directions, a father in the making.
At first glance he surprised me with his beauty.
His helpless head bobbled in my hands shaking.
A feeble first step of parental duty.
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