HIS CHOICE

A father’s first touch
of his newborn’s hand
the soft, delicate skin
he gently caresses.

He anxiously waits
for his babe’s first sight;
the sound of his cry,
the faces he makes.

He can’t get enough,
as he stares in amazement;
at the one he created,
the child in his image.

Yet he will never know
or experience that moment.
He can only imagine
and possibly dream…

Because he chose not to be there.

By Deb T. 12/17/2008