Joy Of Fatherhood Poem by Woru Sulyman
Joy Of Fatherhood
I never understood
why men bend their backs
through endless days—
not for their own delight.
The first arrived,
joy in the shadow of loss,
a breath for another;
would I survive the pain?
Then came little me—
first fear, then wonder
braided together;
my heart, undone.
The third was different—
even the walls leaned in:
three small suns
quieten my raging storm.
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