Fatherly Love

I was there when you first cried.

Your large black eyes staring at me.

Instantly, we both knew. I was dad.

The love was there, always had been.

Once you arrived, nothing was the same.

Nothing else mattered.

Dad.

That’s me. I always called another man that name.

Now that name belongs to me.

The nurses said you were mine.

The resemblance was uncanny.

A mini version of the man.

I never changed a diaper before.

I didn’t know what to do.

Naturally it came to me.

Like I was programmed.

The love inside is unending.

Always growing.

There is nothing better than you.

 

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