Knows
nothing of babies
Never having
sired one
Though willing, yes, but
Always the
simple bachelor
While loving
women, even
Married, but
not yet blessed
With children,
not yet…
That vacancy
in this life
Ever regretted,
a sigh formed
Long ago,
bridging years of
Longing for
a fathering, for
Motherhood
manifesting
For pink
healthy cheeks and
Breasts
plump with milk for
A youngin’
born, smiling,
Clinging to both,
to life anew
To give
birth to a baby child,
More than
once, perhaps,
Then holding
child-in-arms,
Nuzzling,
nursing, attending
How nice,
how loving, closely
Being near
her aura energy glow
Talking
gently, swaying some
I adore you
mother and babe
This clunky
old man-boy frets
To watch and
learn this craft
Then hold,
himself, his babe
And to open
himself to it all
Humbly, naturally,
a papa
Now feeling
the embrace, the
Mutual
embrace of mother,
Child, of joyous
motherhood
All at once
transformed, this
Old man
finds his place, his
Beginning again
