Him Poem by Clayton Anderson

Tears like a waterfall cover my face;
My mind races around a hundred things only to find one thought;
Her body, her smile, her soul, in his hands;
Hearing her moan and cry for more, of him;
I close my eyes but still all I see, is him;
My little boy gazing deeply into the eyes, of him;
My little girl falling asleep after a story, from him;
My whole world belongs, to him;
If only I knew sooner how, to be him.