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My Firstborn Son

Charley Edward Hinkel 1979 (Canton, OH)

You are a million times more important than I.
Living without you makes me want to cry.
You'll be the center of my Universe-
Everything else a borderline curse.
And to bring you happiness, we'll always try.

Though you haven't been born yet,
We love you so much, you can bet
And we want to see you walk
and hear you begin to talk.
And witness your first breath.

About this poem

I have to top my father, a (hopefully) possible task. It can't be done. But I'm going to try to be better for my son than he was or is for me. I have no business putting anything before fatherhood, but the girls in my area are old or ugly, or they don't know how to approach me. I need a wife!!! This will be awesome, raising children. II.

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Submitted by on September 03, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 351
Words 69
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 5, 5

Discuss the poem "My Firstborn Son" with the community...

  • 007_t
    What am I nothing?!
    LikeReply9 months ago
  • 007_t
    I was drunk or maybe I had my reasons for writing this. Hey son, if they don't know how to show a liking to me, how would they you?
    LikeReply9 months ago
  • 007_t
    In no way is my future son going to be more important than me. He may never even be born if not for his mom and I. He may be a million time less important than me, get real. Who are we? Our kids are not nobodies, but really. 
    LikeReply9 months ago
  • 007_t
    There has never been a person more important than me, so that includes my son. I'll love him, but yes his mother and I are that important.
    LikeReply9 months ago


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