My Groundhog Day Moment
I looked down at
my 4-month-old son,
on the change table.
He needed me now
to change his diaper.
But what will be next?
All his life in front of him,
With me?
I thought it through
as my 3-year-old cried
for his missing shoe.
He needed me now,
to get him a drink.
What else will he want?
Will his success be for me
to flaunt?
I decided then,
my life had to change
on Ground Hog Day ’86.
They needed me now
to be around even more.
Want else could I do?
My first day of sobriety,
February 02.
By Joe van Koeverden