SONNET 12 – On Fatherhood

Sonnet 12 – On Fatherhood

How is it possible to not believe

in the perfected purity of love

when I have been granted such to receive,

by benign gods that look down from above.

To have created life, to hold your child

is such that it is beyond man’s mere prose

and to attempt that write is madness wild,

best to just smile at another who knows.

It must surely be an illness most vile

that afflicts the heart that feels not this draw,

and remains as stone before a child’s smile

infecting it’s host with such a cruel flaw.

Blessed are we who have our children known

and felt a love that is never outgrown.

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