Cold Feet, and Hands

Nervous I sit,
I sit and ponder,
About the glories of
Being a Father.

Now I worry,
Too late now,
Will I be this child’s
Proper Father and how?

I’m scared and shaking,
Full of doubt,
Now knowing when
Our child will come out.

I literally shiver
At the thought
Of what we’ve made,
What the Lord hath brought.

– JR 2011

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