Poem on Parenthood (finished to restore my sanity)
Had a rough morning, and a rougher night. My son was driving us crazy. It seems as though not sleeping has become a game. I had to finish a poem I started this weekend to remind myself that fatherhood rocks.
Parenthood makes what’s corny cool.
We play guess how much I love you
in the car. “More than that mountain”
I say. He knows best what is in
front of him. “More than bunny” his
reply. How do I measure boundless
love in toddler terms? “More than fame,
power, and money” — I lost him
there to the long blue blades of pen
that — clutched between knuckles — pretend
to be the claws of wolverine.
In these moments I don’t believe
I would ever want to hold back
the corny ways that make me dad.