Daddyhood

Out of my loins, sweat and breath Ferried by pain and pleasure; Out of those enchanted nights - The pool of blood and creamy rush; Those ecstatic instances of passionate drills that got a lucky chance to finally make me a father I need be proud that I am a man And here, in my arms, I carry My blood. My sweat My genes. My child.

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This is one of the shortest poems I have written. It came as a thought of how it would feel for me to hold my child for the first time. I particularly love babies, and the thought of all the process people must go through to bring a new life into existence just blows me away. 😂