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My Only Reason To Cry

Author: MyX
ASL Info:    27/m/Ohio
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Class/Type: Poetry /Childrens
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Fatherhood was exactly what the doctor ordered. It changed my life. Now I have the validity I've always sought and can move on to simply being a better person.

My Only Reason To Cry

With you clenched in my arms
as I look deep into those sky blue eyes,
you listen to the calamitous waves of the night
thunderously crashing in.
Like the strife of the present that circumvents us.
Suffocates us to sleep at night.
I tell you about the world.
All the news.
The war on across this sea.
The emotionally galactic cost of living.
The folly and languish of politics.
I tell you things.
And answer the questions
we grownups still ask ourselves.

We watch the debris awash the shore
like the vestiges of all lost in passing.
Those who died in vein.
Mistakes remembered and forgiven.
Prayers answered and denied.
Love lost and love found.

The slope of the land gives back the waters
and awaits the next collapse.
The uncertainty of the future.
The world does nothing but take from you.
Some will try to sway you to their side.
Some will try to cheat you for everything you've got.
Use you.
Chisel your pride.
Vanquish your dignity.
Leave you stranded and besieged
by your own nameless feelings,
left desperate and for dead.
I wish I could hold you
just like this,
through it all.
But I'm just a man.

The judgment will find you.
The triumphs will enchant you.
The women will break your heart.
The real answers await you.
All that matters
and matters not.

You look back into my eyes,
giggle, coo and spit.
“I know what you must be thinking.” I tell you.
“Daddy is silly. He is...just so happy.”
And all you do is smile to tell me
that you've made me into a better man.
I wasn't anything.
Not before you.

Daddy is here.
May you always be warm
and never hungry.

Count the grains of sand beneath us,
count the stars in the sky
and multiply by a thousand.
And a thousand times more.
I love you, Jack.
My only reason to cry.

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  Dear God, one might think you actually had a heart under that tshirt somewhere...

| Posted on 2011-04-30 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]
  we try to protect our children..explain the world to them...all the bad things that happened to us and what could happen to them...

i agree with jenflynn we may tell them too much...and they will find a different world than ours and deal with it...but the way the world is going feels like they will face much worse than we have...

and trying to protect them seems natural..

"all that matters / and matters not"

yes that about sums it up...and the son will find out...

but yes, daddy's happiness is the reflection of his son's eyes...

he hopes part of that reflection will remain and will be a guide through the worst...

the first part of this chokes me a bit in the debris washing ashore..the bad dreams etc.

then there is reflection...and then toward the end an about face...

the softness of the loving father to the son...

and the world is temporarily washed away...

and the shore looks so different.

a moving write.

| Posted on 2011-04-04 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
  i recommend you watch a perfect world w/ kevin cosner
| Posted on 2010-05-12 00:00:00 | by MINTPATTY | [ Reply to This ]
  reminds me of tha song by staind sweet zoe jane..

| Posted on 2010-05-12 00:00:00 | by MINTPATTY | [ Reply to This ]

All right. This was long. Some of this stuff you just list and go with for the rest of your life. It's kind of gooey-filled but hey, you're a dad.
Stop using that excuse .
I'm going to say that you want to give your son so much of the world that you are just telling him what the world is going to be life. I think he shouldn't need to know. You're living in one world. He came in the middle of it, but the world is going to be newer and a lot more different for him. And you telling him these things, I think, kind of gives him a pre-determined idea of what life is going to be like. I'm not parent, and I don't intend on it, but I think that part of the joy of having a child and seeing what they are going to do with their life and what they think of it. What they feel about it. How they are abused and awarded by it. And you, as a parent, are there to encourage them to survive, attack, and learn as much as they can about their present.
Yeah, so stop listing so much stuff.
| Posted on 2010-05-01 00:00:00 | by JenFlynn | [ Reply to This ]
  Michael this was absolutely beautiful! It came from your heart and I praise you for it, when you speak to your children in this way it is never the wrong words. Do not question what is in your heart at the moment the thought escapes, You have changed you are growing into a wonderful father, and Jack is so blessed to have such a creative father that can bestow such enchanting words upon him. You are blessed and you have once again touched my heart my dear friend.
| Posted on 2010-04-27 00:00:00 | by allhunee | [ Reply to This ]
  I have 2 children and I know exactly how you feel. there's no better moment than the one when your childrens eyes are dancing with happiness and you know you're the reason they are like that. Sometimes life is so easy to give up on, or to be bitter at, but if you take one second just to look at the faces of your children you instantly know it's worth it.

I'm glad to see that you know that fatherhood makes you want to be a better person not every parent can see the importance of that..
| Posted on 2010-04-21 00:00:00 | by MmR | [ Reply to This ]

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