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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 59. fatherhood
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Sonnet No. 117
Oh my darling, come lay your touch on me –
Let it drift and linger, and your smile say
That this is the way it will always be,
In spite of change, or place, or time of day.
The kitchen table's bare without you there –
No elbows on the wood, and no laughter,
For on cold mornings like this, it's not fair
That I face a day this much emptier.
But, on the table is laid out this thought –
To gather me your pausing touch and feel,
Your pressure with timbre of voice is brought,
To hold and remind that your love's real.
Near or far, our separations are brief;
Although apart, never is our belief.
Sonnet No. 118
In beauty's eye, every generation
Comes to bear with just the same potential –
Which explains with youth our fascination,
And its blessings and curse exponential.
But then, what means any of that, I ask,
When looking in a crib upon the smile
Of a little one in whose love to bask,
And who will shoulder our hopes for awhile.
Although we are creatures of flesh and bone,
We are also ones of hope and spirit;
With true desires not to be alone
When soul this body must decide to quit.
So please join with me that we might also
All the joys and pain of fatherhood know.
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