Crying

Today I cried at the aquarium when he looked at a turtle

Yesterday I cried when he yelled the colour "purple"

Last week I cried reading "The Snail and the Whale"

And not a month goes by without some form of wail

Sometimes it's because I feel lost at sea

But most of the time it's because he smiles at me

I am an emotional wreck now I've become a dad

It's no bad thing; it's surfacing all the feelings I have and have had

In the early days I cried over inner toil and strife

Now it's because he's in the living room dancing with my wife

Back then I yearned in part for our prior life

Then I grew and he grew and he makes me come alive

I know I'll cry again both in sorrow and in joy

It's just part and parcel of fathering a little boy