Baby's Colic

Baby's Colic (1987)


He’s up again,
And crying for some cause
Best known to him.
His mother needs more rest.
So, it’s my turn.
And with him now
Some midnight oil will burn.

It’s such a mess:
My business gone to pot.
And awkward friends
Would rather stare.
“A lawyer in a stew.”
Some of them care.
A sharp young lawyer? Not.

The baby came.
And even in this squeeze
There is some joy.
A bright-eyed little boy
His sister takes in hand.
Yet times are rough.
It’s hard to understand.

We cuddle now.
And in the tattered sofa
Find some peace.
No longer squirming for release.
His eyes fast shut.
Like some pink toy.
I’d never harm the boy.

Alone, I lounge
To cadence of a clock.
But not alone.
Inside I hear Him talk.
The Holy One,
Assuring me
'I’d never harm you, Son.'

I love the personal touch you gave this one. It really helps a reader connect with the message. I love this one. I think it's my favorite piece of yours that I've seen to date. Granted, I've not read all of them yet. Sorry, I've been busy with school.

The fatherhood message came to me in the midst of a dark knothole as described. Through the whole thing - business failure, relocation, totally new beginnings, my wife Hilary and I experienced an awesome awareness of the protecting, sustaining hand of the Father. It was as in Psalm 126.

Quote :

Alone, I lounge
To cadence of a clock.
But not alone.
Inside I hear Him talk.
The Holy One,
Assuring me
'I’d never harm you, Son.'

Love the way you ended it.