Beheld.

My son won’t know why
I’ve been holding him
as much as
I’ve been holding him.

That he notices,
I doubt.
That he will remember,
I doubt.

I’ve been holding him
as much as
I’ve been holding him
to make how much I hold him
the standard
for how much I hold him.

So he notices when
I do not hold him
as much as
I would hold him.
So he remembers that
I held him
as much as
I held him.
So he never doubts
I will hold him
as much as
I do hold him.

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This entry was posted on May 13, 2015 by bilaldardai in Fatherhood, Mental Health, Poetry.

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