GK - So many women write about the days and months leading up to childbirth (I certainly have), but it's rare to see a man capture that intimate experience with the honesty and introspection you have shared. A worthy poem.
Really enjoyed reading what you've captured and set free here. The unsayableness of the liminal spaces...and isn't it all liminal? Now I'm filled with a familiar sense of longing in my heart center that can only be soothed by the ache itself. Thanks a fucking lot, Poetry. (No really, thank you.)
Really loved the introspection here from a father’s perspective. As someone already mentioned, we read this so often from women’s prenatal perspectives. A really lovely counterpoint to that body of work here.
The line about being worried how to hold that little hand reminds me of the tired old cliche: “A woman becomes a mother when she finds out she’s pregnant; a man becomes a father when he meets his child.” I’ve always considered that a gross generalization, and your words paint this liminal space of paternal uncertainty with far greater depth and interest.
Beautiful
The title is fitting, very nice work.
Gorgeous.
GK - So many women write about the days and months leading up to childbirth (I certainly have), but it's rare to see a man capture that intimate experience with the honesty and introspection you have shared. A worthy poem.
Thank you, I noticed this after I wrote this poem. Seems like men write more about how the pregnancy happened vs what happens after!
Really enjoyed reading what you've captured and set free here. The unsayableness of the liminal spaces...and isn't it all liminal? Now I'm filled with a familiar sense of longing in my heart center that can only be soothed by the ache itself. Thanks a fucking lot, Poetry. (No really, thank you.)
We most likely spend 90% of our life in liminal spaces, maybe more. Or maybe that's just me.
Really loved the introspection here from a father’s perspective. As someone already mentioned, we read this so often from women’s prenatal perspectives. A really lovely counterpoint to that body of work here.
The line about being worried how to hold that little hand reminds me of the tired old cliche: “A woman becomes a mother when she finds out she’s pregnant; a man becomes a father when he meets his child.” I’ve always considered that a gross generalization, and your words paint this liminal space of paternal uncertainty with far greater depth and interest.
Looking forward to reading more of your work.
Gosh ! What a piece ! Moving in the intricates of our minds. Brava or Bravo ! I love it very much. Thanks for the follow too.