Midnight.
He squawks in his crib,
which stands beside my heap of
blankets on the hard, wooden floor.
I wait a few seconds.
“Maybe he will go back to sleep,” I think.
He raises his voice, so I
peel myself out of bed, and
stumble to my newborn.
I rescue him from his crib,
and pull him tightly into my
chest. I reach for the warm
bottle of milk
sitting beside me.
He is hungry.
After he has finished his
midnight snack, I lay back
down, keeping him hugged
firmly to my body. I pat his
soft back as he falls asleep.
I am always so scared when
he cries.
I am a brand-new parent.
I am a single parent.
I am a
father.
Author notes
Written April 5th, 2005
A contest entry
- Father Figure by Prince Charming.
300 points, ended May 21, 2005, 21 entries
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How very beautiful is this As a single dad I can indentity myself so much in this fantastic write. Its excellent done. Children are precious gemstones in a parents life To make you smile and cry they make you glad to be there. Its hard for me to understand that there are parents that wont see the beauty of being a parent. To miss all the love that is giving by your children taking everything so much for granted. Being a parent is the most fantastic job givin in this life. I enjoy every second of it so very very much
Herman -
Amazing. Seeing things from a different, and original point of view is always refreshing. And if it is a reality then I think that you are brilliant
Shari -
If this true, it must be quite difficult to raise your son. I like the emotion in here, and the truth. Keep up the good work!
Love, Black-Moon -
Wow. Just Wow. I Live With My Dad, He's A Single Parent Too.
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