It was a long, painful delivery, probably why it's called labor, as one who was not blessed, with the ability to bear children, could only watch with despair, as each contraction tore through my wife's body, I sensed my son at first, then his hungry cries filled the room, doctor announced "ten toes, ten fingers, you have a healthy baby boy." Holding his small but solid body, tears begin to stream down my face, always thought crying wasn't very manly, but now, I'm not so sure, rocking him gently to sleep, all my parental fears rise to the surface, will I be a good role model, teaching him morals, values, integrity, respect, had many sleepless nights, struggling with these questions. "All new fathers have anxiety, I had some of mine own," this from a voice in the corner, sounding way off but getting closer, my father, long gone these many years, emerges from the shadows, "Let me look at my grandson," in shock, I obey willingly, not wanting to believe my eyes, I have missed him so much. Taking a seat, my father reached out and gave me a quick hug, then cradled his new grandson close, my tears flowed more freely, to hell with acting like a man, we talked of old days, playing soccer in the backyard, quick glance at my wife, fast asleep in the bed, wanting desperately a witness to this miracle, taking deep breaths, finally adjusitng to the glorious site, listened closely to all my father's advice. "Have to go back now, son," my heart fell, it just wasn't enough time, "Always know how proud I am of the man that you have become, I love you, son" with that said he faded away, returned once more to heaven, the sleeping babe back in my arms, opened his eyes, looked up, smiled, still in a daze from the supernatural visit, held him tighter, feeling for the first time, that everything is going to be fine, will still continue to miss my father, but now, am sure he is watching over us.Birth sign: Taurus
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