Children

Children.
Unborn.
Create angst.
And kill my poetry.

Valentine's Future

Candlelight flickering.
Champagne bubbling.
Scrumptious dinner steaming.
Romantic music drowned out
by the wailing screams of our child.
Yay for Romance.

Driver.count()++

Pregnant.
A bun, in the oven.
This is the state
she is Driven to.

A new Driver,
but unlicensed.
Insurance?
Bah!

Congrats!
Sleep is overrated,
but Dadness is underrated.

Gooden lucken
you silly man.
Five kids is more than
forefathers you know.

A Welcome Pain

Sitting at home
relaxed.

Shopping in
an empty
store,
whilst a dear friend
writhes in the
agony of Eve's
curse.

She arrived
but is a
little out of
focus,
grainy, and
upside down?

Try again? (Y/n)

Congratulations,
felicitations,
welcome to life
kid.