Say what you will say of me,
but I take care of my kids.
Two little boys who are wild,
they want for not but more toys.
They terrorize me daily,
with need and insanity.
No way I could love them more.
Benjamin is willowy,
and Drake is built like a tank.
Both will be handsome devils.
For now, they are young, helpless.
Despite the problems I have,
I’m proud of being a dad.
Something that I have done right.
And so I provide for them,
and I teach them right from wrong.
I have changed many diapers.
Gotten up in the wee hours.
Taken them to see doctors.
Walked beside to the bus stop.
Been waiting when they get off.
Time at the school, and cub scouts.
Fatherhood is sometimes fun,
but mostly it’s lots of work.
Work that’s always rewarding,
when you hear them say new words,
or see them trying new things.
Despite all the exhaustion.
I’d have it no other way.
Poetry
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I really enjoyed reading this piece. It’s a lot different than the other content on this site. It feels fresh, and I could sense your love for your kids just from reading this.
I really appreciate that. Thank you! 🙂
I agree with the above commentator: this is a deeply personal poem. You can really hear the love you have for your kids in the language you use and the examples you give. I can tell it’s authentic and I really like that. I especially like your opening lines. The only advice I have to give is to break it up into stanzas, if you want to. Big blocks of text can intimidate people and sometimes readers get lost in them. I see natural breaks in the lines starting with “Benjamin”, “And so” and “Fatherhood”. Good work, and keep it up!
Thank you very much! 🙂