Motherhood


 

His life came to a halt

When his wife of twelve months

Was in the ICU ward

Covid-19, another patient on last legs

 

Silken eyelashes and bluish grey eyes

Tiny tips and toes enameled in pink

Holding the little bud to bloom

His new love was the journey to moon

 

Motherhood, he embraced only for her

Diapers, feeders and showers set foot in

Late nights on Netflix bartered the midnight cries

Baby powder and bubbles honeyed his haven

 

Was it the love with no strings attached?

He fathered his tot with motherhood.

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