It’s heading towards –
the wee hours of the morning.
My wife nurses as the baby feeds.
I sit and I ponder.
The joys my son could bring.
I ramble.
As I write this poem –
that has no direction.
Maybe I have no direction.
A writer I want to be.
I laugh.
Is that something I can achieve?
All the years I’ve struggled.
A few hits –
mostly misses.
As I take on this new journey.
A path into fatherhood.
I know I can’t lose focus
or
direction.
I need to be strong for him.
I need to be a good example for him.
I need to be someone he looks up to.
I guess I am really rambling now.
Like my poem 2 in the morning.
I am just rambling.
Sleep please take me away.
A Poetry Journey 
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3 responses to “Poem – 1 in the morning”
Love it. So stream of consciousness and so poignant. š
Thanks. I hope to do more like this, 3 in the morning, 8 in the morning, etc. Just pick a time and write what is taking place at that moment.
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