Fatherhood: 15 Weeks of Maternity


She is the maternity to my paternity.

We, once two, became one, and are now somehow three.

Our third carried by her.


I observe

As she becomes what neither of us have

A mother.


With nerve she pulls up strength from somewhere.

Each gritty step into the day demanding a femininity fanfare.

Marching through it all with a holy maternal luster.


I gaze enamored,

Proud of my fellow life traveler who is growing another piece of shalom.

With no one else would I want to create a home.