Brooke Madison (2015)

Miracles happen every day,

So I suppose it is time to put my princess on display,

Her birth filled Marsha and I with such elation,

A poet by reputation,

But in all my years of creating,

Everything I’ve ever done or thought falls woefully short

When compared to this creation,

That being Brooke’s placement on this planet,

Now I realize there is much more understanding

And planning in the definition of what a man is,

And what a Father does,

Unconditional love as I see life through a different set of lenses,

The layers are present,

But altered are my dimensions,

Frozen was time when I held her for the first time,

And no matter how many rehearsed lines or reversed rhymes,

Words cannot describe me feeling like the most fortunate man alive,

Surely being a Father trumps a mere scribe,

The Sultan only wanted a bride,

But to one day potentially be a father to one

Most certainly shoves aside all the wasted shrapnel of pride,

Which coincides with ego and my saga having a sequel,

Never have I been prouder,

Never have God’s words been louder,

Than when we birthed Brooke Madison Cuffee into existence,

All the good decisions and persistence led us here,

I look forward to our future years,

As we shoot through fears,

And float on the joys and happiness this world can bring us,

A kingdom to sustain us,

We shall remain just until our maker claims us…

A tryst named trust,

God’s timing can’t be rushed,

What was once deemed immaculate, adjusts,

Now there is personified brilliance and the fate that awaits us,

Won’t say perfection,

But it is amazing our blessings,

Bad habits become lessons,

Brainwaves provide flashbacks to my adolescent years,

And now we are here,

As Brooke smiles and more of her personality appears,

The playful antics of pleasure that echo about,

Tummy time, nap time,

As we anticipate each and every utterance

That comes out of her pretty little mouth,

Hope conquers doubt,

And with children the potential is limitless,

No longer will pettiness limit bliss,

The bigger picture is now a video of sorts,

Excuse me if I refuse to acknowledge the warts,

Positivity in abundance and force,

Brooke is destiny’s darling,

Sparkling is her fortune,

Perfected portraits by the portion…

Watching as our Brooke crawls towards another milestone,

Loving the fact that I’m able to communicate my blessing in a poem,

Wisdom roams,

For my past ignorance I’ve atoned,

Our great fortune wasn’t loaned,

But given by the almighty,

A creation made out of love that looks just like me,

I stumbled upon greatness despite me,

Will Marsha and I have another,

More than likely,

The joy of parenthood is indescribable,

It has no rival,

You won’t know until you experience it,

In all seriousness,

Our lives have changed forever,

Another creation now carries that third letter,

I was once told that as a man

I have to have a strategic plan so that what God gives me,

Last after I’m gone…