Then and Now
He slept here overnight after a pub crawl.
I heard him vomiting in the toilet
in the early hours.
Now he is up, hung-over
eating fried eggs sunny-side up.
I remember when he used
to crawl on the floor
baby drool hanging from his smiles.
He looks up at me now with a dopey grin.
I want to tell him both `thanks' and `sorry'
I don't know why.
Years later, `thanks' and ‘sorry'
have become blurred in my mind
with the term, 'fatherhood.'
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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