The first thing I did when I became a father
was to hug and kiss my son.
Sometimes I didn’t let go.
I made a point of telling him each day
how I loved him
and when he cried
I held his chest
to my chest.
Some nights we’d stay awake
when he could not sleep,
I would warm his tiny hands in mine.
And those nights when i daydreamed
of sleep, I would cradle him
and tell him again how i loved him.
Because my father never did.