Sober

Drank once in college,

Twice at home,

And a fuzzy mind

Is all I’ve known.

Not just from wine,

But all the time,

From harsh winds blown

Between fine-tuned ears

Rattling the fears

That had subtly grown

Over the years

That I still roam,

Sometimes in my mind,

When she’s not near.

--

Because he’s here

The naked tears

Know no boundaries

Where ground for these

Seeds of sorrow

Are plentifully sown

And watered with pleas

Not to go on,

And on, and on,

Tomorrow’s right 

To right the wrongs

They did to the child,

Whose heart was so wild,

That the scars he bore

Turned into smiles

That lasted for miles

Across the border

And through court orders

To cease to dream,

Or ignore the gleam

Of the stars overhead

Seen from the roof

Of the overgrown shed.

--

When what was left of the truth

Was far too uncouth

To stomach or share,

With gentle care,

Eye for eye and tooth for tooth,

I gave him my heart

And His stories so far

Have given us the grace 

To run this race

And the first bottle we shared

Was like the weather we’ve fared 

Bitter but necessary

In order to carry

Our love this way 

Unto the day

Where our love made two

Into wonderful you,

My firstborn child,

May your heart grow wild,

Like your father before,

Who prays and sings

"May you spread your wings

To find hopes galore."