Posted by Elithraniel Arawion on Wednesday, May 6, 2009
His eyes were wrinkled with worry and care,
Thinking of the nights spent waiting up, scared.
"Where is she?", he thought, "How can she dare?"
To the shadows he resigned again, an everyday fare.
Past midnight she walked in without a bother,
He looked on and sighed in relief; how it is to be a father.