Ezra

Evening everyone! I hope you’ve all had a wonderful day. I’ve written another poem for you. This one is dedicated to my son: Ezra. It details the first 11 months of his life and how my life has changed. This is for all the parents out there; I hope you enjoy it.

I did not know where I was heading; yet I knew I could be found. You arrived late one evening, and since then we’ve been homeward bound.

That first sight of you brought tears I’d never had before, little did I know, they were to be the first of many more.

I held you close in those moments, scared and tired but not alone. No, from that day forth, me and mummy brought you home.

Words could never do justice too how proud I was that day. You became the most important thing to me; I’m not afraid to say.

Your smile has stolen a thousand hearts, so beautiful and carefree. It was cast lovingly across your face, plain for all to see.

Those first few months brought new meaning to my life, when before there had been none. It’s only now when I look back, I can see how far we’ve both come.

But not all has flown by easily; having a child can be hard. I’ve cried and laughed in unison, along each and every yard.

There have been times when all I’ve done is worry, so fearless can you be. Maybe when you’re my age you’ll see what I can see.

It won’t be long now, and you’ll have been with us a year. Thinking back to your birth and the hospital, It brings back a little tear.

But in that time, you’ve learned so much; nothing can hold you still. You’re walking and talking already; never have you had your fill.

I’ll be pleased when all your learning has finished so I can sleep once more. My eyes have hardly closed this last year, and now they are pretty sore.

But who can blame your restlessness when everything is so new? I forget sometimes how wonderfully alive it must feel, being as young as you.

My only hope is that I’m good enough for you; I want to be the best dad I can be. I want to make you proud, to have a dad like me.

Together we can strive into the bright future, watching as it unfurls. Just remember little man, you are my entire world.

Dark Doors

Evening everyone! I hope you’ve all had an amazing day; mine has been absoloutely hectic. I’ve written another short poem called Dark Doors. This poem focuses on some the negative feelings I’ve had when it comes to believing in myself and chasing my goals. I hope you enjoy it.

Through those dark doors I must go, for what I might find, who can know.

The road is treacherous and full of holes, but why should that stop my lofty goals?

Truth bombards me but remains as yet unseen; failure is somewhere I’ve often been.

When light turns to dark and I can no longer see, will I remember who I’m to be?

Soon I must break free and take my bow; perhaps that time is here and now.

It’s time, it’s time, it’s time for me the see, if I can be this person I know to be me.

Things Yet To Come

Welcome everyone! I’ve written a little poem for you all. It is only short, but I feel it contrasts some of the emotions I’ve felt over the last few months. These emotions have come from the covid-19 struggle, becoming ill, and learning to adapt. I must admit, I’m more than a little nervous posting this poem, but we all must start small. So, here you are, I hope you enjoy it.

I do not know what the future holds, but I don’t like what I see. The landscape is dark and foreboding, not somewhere I want to be.

Uncertainty flows untamed in this new world of ours, streaking ahead and forcing an abide. All the while, our belief descends further down by the wayside.

Fear’s grip begins to take root as we start to falter. Somewhere deep inside, instinct tells us to be brave. It’s a choice we must all make: deciding whether to be saved.

Forgiveness does not come easy with histories chequered past; much misunderstanding has come before, but who knows what the unpredictable future holds in store.

We cannot predict those things that are yet to come, only learn from those long past. But lets not lose hope of a beautifully bright future at last.