The writing was on the wall and
I had many walls in my home
Each of them yelled at me,
What about the finances, bills and other petty expenses?
Other times I would worry, but today the things are different.
I shooed them away with a flick of my hair
A trait I borrowed from the missus;
‘Get lost! I am going to be a father’, I said to the walls
So what if there will be only single income to sustain the family?
Don’t you dare doubt my capabilities,
For the doors and windows and walls
Are now open to supreme happiness
As I lay awake on the bed
Gleaming wide eyes dreaming about
Welcoming the little one abode.