Sound Money

Before fatherhood

I did not feel lucky

Fortunate perhaps

Loved of course

But not lucky

Little man in arms

The wonders of creation are unfolding in front of my eyes

Inquisitive gaze

Gleeful smile

Pure instinct at every turn

With Rumi

The self doubt as faded

Belly Laughter

Tears of joy

Transmuting trust and instinct

This lucky father

The wind is in my sails

Buffetted daily, but sailing onward

With the sun & moon at my side

The odds are in my favour