I am not the first to travel
these paths of parenthood.
Not the first to miss
unmarked signs that lead me
to unpaved roads
into the dark woods of my life,
where I bump along, eyes wide,
as I surrender to not knowing
where this road shall end.
It is here, that I trust,
all who have come before me.
I look into the eyes
of all the grown men around me.
I watch the future faces of my son.
In a flash, their lives speed by me.
They have traveled through
infancy, toddlerhood, illnesses,
families of all shapes and sizes,
shadowed woods, and joyful fields,
as they navigated their journey to adulthood.
I stand in amazement.
And with a knowing eye,
these men turn me around,
rewrap the blindfold over my eyes,
and send me back
to the roads of parenthood,