Dad Haiku

When you have a toddler, and a job, and a marriage, and a dog, you don’t have time for yourself. There’s no time for relaxing or being off-duty. There’s always work to do, and it’s exhausting. And thrilling, and all kinds of wonderful, too.

But sometimes it sucks. I wish I had time to sit still. Time to indulge in my hobbies, and to workout like I used to. I also wish I had time – uninterrupted, unencumbered time – to reflect on fatherhood and write more often.

So, in the spirit of “I just don’t have the time,” here my minimalist dispatches from the field of fatherhood, almost 2 years in, delivered via modified haiku. I hope you enjoy.

Jam hands at breakfast.
Stop licking the bathtub, son.
Poo diapers, endless.

Sweetness to your core,
You hug your stuffed animals
Like they’re family.

Seeing you, our flesh;
Tears welling, struck dumb
With breathless wonder.

Twenty-five small steps,
Feet pattering down the hall,
Music to my heart.

Missing you, sweet love,
Our rhythms and touch yielding
To our child, not us.