POEM - Selfish Lullaby

Hush, little baby

Please, stop growing up

Daddy’s unprepared

for your coffee cup

 

I still see you

the way you see the moon;

beacon in the dark,

changing all too soon

 

Now, every new day

seems to hold less time

Won’t be long till your books

don’t even rhyme

Though grateful for the chance

to watch you grow,

I’m scared of the day I

must watch you go

 

For, it will mean that

my best times are done;

that we’re past waking

as father and son

 

Still, hush, little baby

Sleep through the night

Daddy will make sure

everything’s all right