Nine long months I've longed to hold my immaculate seraph

Shooting clear through my heart; a beam of radiance with those cerulean tidepools of innocene
The fairest of them all he was called when he appeared, I challenge the magic mirror to state a dissidence
Gazing at my slumbering spawn, I fall victim to uncertainty and doubt
Though I can say with fervant certaintly I'm better than the father I lived without

My son had to get a PKU test the other day
It's the one where they prick the heel and smear blood on little circles of paper
As the nurse squeezed his foot and verbalized her wish for him to cry more, I contemplated beating her to death with the reflex hammer
I subdued the urge and we finished the appointment amicably. Do you ever wish you weren't a reasonable logical soul?
I dream about it still. I feel like a seeing eye dog. My carnal side has been hibernating like a motherfucker.