First Touch

I thought I was prepared.

I thought I was prepared, 
turns out 
I was hopelessly 
underprepared.

Wandering back and forth, 
arms gone limp.

The mind a mixture, 
like a thick soup.

I snapped out of it.

She clasped my hand 
tighter than ever,
“I’m scared”.

I pulled myself together, 
focus, 
focus, 
focus.

I realised now 
this was my first job 
as a father.

Stay strong 
like…