A Poem for Joshua

Good morning, my Joshua
A new day is here
Your bright eyes are bushy
Dry diapers are near

But first you scream, you cry
And raised is my ilk
What you need is quite simple:
A full tummy of milk

The crying and pouting, you roar at full throttle
For chrissakes, dear wife, please get me a bottle!

You down it with ease, like you’ve never been fed
But you’re easy to please—it goes to my head

Hunger pangs gone, you’re cooey and happy
It’s time for a day of playing with Pappy

We laugh, we sing, and then we run errands
And in between play I teach you your gerunds

Late in the morning, as you get more forlorn
A smile comes quickly when you get in the Bjorn

We move, we dance, in front of the mirror
And I sing you a song; to you I feel nearer

You nap at midday, for an hour at times
The house is then quiet; I can type a few lines

I wonder at you, I love watching your face
You’re a gift from above, a marvel of grace
It warms me inside to hear all of your cooing
Though later I see you were really just pooing

A ripe and full diaper bin I do empty
I look at the stack, the diapers are plenty
The wipees are warm, the Balmex at hand
But I love you so much, and the smell I will stand

The sun winds down, and night time comes
One last moment to suck on your thumbs
It’s time to be quiet, to read and tell tales
While daddy sips an assortment of ales

I love you, Joshua, sleep well do I say
It is time to go down, we are done for the day
Today has been fun, tomorrow comes soon
Until then, my sweet son, I give you the moon