Tears for farts

It started with a veg,
Steamed brocolli on the al dente side,
Hard like bits of hedge,
Good for you but soon the farts arrive.

Embarrassing for you,
Impossible for our boy it seems,
The baby gets broc too,
Tiny tummy can’t cope with gas in reams.

Chef take care a little more,
What was amusing now costs sleep instead,
Hourly screaming is a bore,
Wind’s too far down to come out his head.

Full day of griping child,
Can’t handle seeing him like this,
Herbs and medicines arrive,
Small comfort but not yet full release.

We sit and watch him scream,
Baby massage, running waterfall,
Sudden silence from his face,
Concentration, body stretched out long and tall.

An eruption! What joyous sound,
He seems puzzled by how the passing feels,
Smiling, gurning, proud,
A pair of tears roll down my cheeks.

Getting Stronger

Like Rocky in a training montage,
You work out hard and make yourself large,
Your face fills out and your body gets longer,
Gain control of your arms and your neck gets stronger.

Like a Pokemon evolving you’re going up a level,
Today you grabbed my hair you clever little devil,
Big grin as my face looms into view,
No surprise I don’t think as you get clever too.

Like the Power Rangers when their machines come together,
Bit’s fall into place, every day your getting better,
At smiling and squirming and your scream is getting louder,
You make me happy little man like a good corn chowder.

Babies who doze…

The fascinating thing about babies who doze,
Is that they only know how to breath through the nose,
So when you add bogies into the mix,
The little one gets in an almightly fix.

He wants to sleep, he’s so very tired,
But the snot attacks and his breathing gets mired,
You can hear it coming like the mucus train,
Louder and nearer clogging up his brain.

What can we do, how do we help?
Maybe it’s cold? “warm house” – note to self,
They say humid air could give him liquidity,
Take some of those bogies and remove the rigidity.

There is one more thing that we’ve been advised,
A token of love that shoots for the skies,
You give him assistance the best way you know how,
Put your mouth on his nose and suck the buggers out!

Sonnet for fatherhood

There comes a time for every father,
It’s a moment that pounces like a tiger,
It’s a decision to make that’s like no other,
The options swirl in a vortex blur,
Time has crept on as it tends to do,
And your attention is drawn to a fissure,
It’s a tiny thing you see between the two,
And how you react affects your future,
A boy needs his mother you musn’t begrudge,
Find where you fit and fill that space with your love.

No milk here

Not intended to piss you off,
Only I’m a milk free zone my friend.

Mummy has the goods I’m afraid,
I’m just the janitor around here,
Learning the difference between us,
Keep cool a little longer.

Holding you while you wail,
Even a finger suckle isn’t enough,
Regrettably we have to wake her up again,
Every hour seems a bit much though.

Miss you today…

Funny how days are different from each other,
Yesterday work was keeping me covered,
Today though there’s not much else I can think about,
Watching you smile or move your mouth like a trout.

Today it turns out your head got a bit bigger,
Must be mental development, stimulation the trigger,
On your playmat you seem to be happy as larry,
Your look to one side, brain too big to carry.

They say cherish these first speeding hours and weeks,
Even those moments with sicked up milk on your cheeks,
I know now what they mean, time passes like lightning,
And I’m missing big minutes of things bright and shining.

Four hours of mind numbing, digital clock watching,
I expect all your doing is sleeping and noshing,
Still what would I give to stare at your head,
Or sway holding you, singing bad songs instead.

Grunt, Squeek, Snore, Sigh

Parents warn you about not sleeping,
You imagine the wails and cries,
It’s not them that have you weeping,
it’s the grunts, squeeks, snores and sighs.

I’ll admit I’m not the quietest myself,
But your cacophony is incomperable,
Listening is getting bad for my health,
And my systems are becoming unoperable.

She can sleep through it all it seems,
Perhaps she’s used to my grinding,
It could be however she’s deep in dreams,
After 6 hours of feed and winding.

I love you madly, first born son,
And every snort gives a flutter of pleasure,
Sometimes though silence would be golden,
You noisy little treasure.

To those who’ve lost – Haiku

Dark fears at night seep,
Understanding increases,
The pain of great loss.

What’s Going On?

You ever feel like you’re missing out?
Like there’s things afoot you just don’t see?
When change occurs and you see nowt,
How close you are is what that’ll be.

There’s a side to absence we don’t applaud,
The side that means you’re eyes are open,
You see little things that have you floored,
Like bigger cheeks than when the day began.

A solid body wriggles under your fingers,
A strong leg kicking at a dirty nappy,
This boy’s grow in just those few hours,
Without being away I wouldn’t be so happy.

So while I while the hours away,
And you keep your mother locked to the sofa,
I imagine your smile at the end of the day,
And occasionally think of you puking on her shoulder.

care?

How hard it is to care,
About all the money out there,
I know it’s required,
I’m just not inspired,
I’d rather fight bears in a lair.

Who needs the silver and trappings,
Of wealth and fame and clappings,
Alright that’s too far,
I’m no russian tsar,
But it’s still not worth daily slappings.

One day I’ll make money with joy,
Me, the wife and our little boy,
We’ll be happy to serve you,
Anything but that tofu,
In a cafe called Red Saveloy.

For now I just keep plodding on,
I need to take care of my son,
I’ll sit out the days,
In my eyes hide the glaze,
And home through the warm setting sun.