New Dad, New Dad – Poems About Babies

New Dad, New Dad

(Poems About Babies)

Hey there new dad, grab a seat.
Get all cozy, raise your feet.
When you’re a new dad, you can’t yet know,
the million ways your life will go.

That’s why I’m here with pen and pad,
to talk a bit to you, New Dad.
Remember New Dad, all that time;
you and she alone, sublime?

It’s in the past now gone, good-bye!
A huge demand with no supply.
Fewer movies, fewer tunes.
A lot more diapers, some balloons.

A lot less sleep, a lot less cash,
both of which just fade to ash.
New Dad, New Dad, don’t despair,
grit your teeth or lose your hair.

I won’t lie, it can get rough.
New Dad you’ll swear you’ve had enough.
But New Dad, New Dad wait a sec.
Though you may feel like a nervous wreck,

It’s darkest night before the dawn,
but soon enough the black is gone.
The gorgeous light that takes its place,
illuminates your family’s face.

New Dad, New Dad, listen here.
Rev your engine, get in gear.
Being a dad’s a bit like this
a nickel of hardship, a dollar of bliss.

Being a dad is an awesome parade
that marches in step with the life that you made.
Loads of laughter amid miles of mirth
will follow your brand new baby’s birth.

New Dad, New Dad, I’m on my way,
to a brand new undiluted day
Of sensibly sculpting a brand new soul.
They come out in part, then you help make them whole.

New Dad, New Dad, one day very soon,
your eyes will bulge and your heart will swoon
New Dad, New Dad, it is true
you will NEVER know a fuller you.

My Baby Boy and Me – Poems About Babies

My Baby Boy and Me

(Poems About Babies)

Its 3 am they’re all asleep
And no one’s here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My Baby Boy and Me.

His little head is feather light
tucked up against my chin
I hold his tiny hand in mine
and stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans
the clock hands creep around
He snuggles closer to me still
and makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much
and cherish every one
store memories up inside my heart
for lonely nights to come.

All too soon he’ll be grown up
his need for Mama gone
but until then I still have time
for kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
with him cuddled in my arms
where I wish he’d always stay
protected safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
when this tiny little hand
will be much bigger than my own
he’ll grow to be a man.

But until then he’s mine to love
with no one here to see
as we rock slowly back and forth
my baby boy and me.

~ Jane Triplett