Pregnancy Scare

I am not ready for a father’s task.
My mind and arms could not protect a child.
For strength and steadiness, I’m forced to ask
and may my faulty fates yet make me mild.
My shaking hands can’t hold an infant’s head.
My attention span is semi-permeable.
My childish armors have not yet been shed.
The few burdens I have, barely endurable.
And yet there lies in me a father’s strength,
the sweat to sow and open fragile eyes,
to make myself a better man at length
and raise a bursting star upwards to shine.
Know this, the greatest gift a man can give
is all of his life, so half of himself may live.

© 2010 Alan Bowles

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Alan Bowles is a delivery driver in central Texas. He has been writing poetry for less than a year now and likes it because he doesn’t need to pay attention for extended periods of time………………..whoops, sorry, drifted there for a second.