A year gone by – A competition entry.
A year gone by
I watched myself, watch her watch me watch whilst she screamed.
A lip biting, silent sound of release and exhalation.
In that one moment at that final push was the quiet sound of revelation.
A radiant light lit the room.
Poppies grew an inch and glowed.
Sunflowers turned in respect and admiration.
soldiers knelt in prayer.
I turned older and younger all at once alone with my pride.
Inside, outside and beside myself as my daughter hit the bed between the legs I’d loved many times before and I was born a fresh and a whole in one moment.
As complete and innocent in body and mind as the day I was born.
Daisy’s sighed to the mild wind in release of a breath and I was completed tenfold.
My title “dad” not even four letters but filled with an emotionally dictionary of words all lost in the moment of feelings, reaching a never ending crescendo of love.
Love pure, crisp and clean.
New dew mornings camping in the woods.
Crispy clean sheets.
An unexpected win for life, over joyed, overwhelmed, over love and beside myself.
We relayed the carpets.
Reorganised our finances.
Rewrote my story.
Redecorated the home.
Rearranged our jobs.
Rejoiced in love.
Rekindled our passions,
And after one candle lit dinner’s night as the baby slept,
I watched myself, watch her watch me whilst she screamed.
A lip biting silent sound of release and exhalation.
Copyright G.P Williamson.