Hope For Father.... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

the child's hand is smooth, fragile
cotton-like
when you feel it
it becomes the beginning of your new life
some plans for the future
a house, a garden, a path
a park, a car, an insurance plan
an ambition,
a fire of hope lights your heart
and you look at the child again
and make promises
once again

the child's hands shall be the true hands
that guide
what to do and where to go
a timetable, a wild imagination
a fourth of July presentation inside your head
a party in the month of June
a family Christmas,

the face of the university comes again
books and papers, piles of thesis to read,
proposals, these silent peregrinations of the
mind

all from such a holding of the child's soft
fragile pink hands
holding on tightly to your single finger
looking at you with that most angelic
and innocent smile

you are the father of this child.