Single Handed

Fay Slimm.


Single Handed.


Heavy with deepest deep sleep
he feels layers begin to unzip
and strip off,

one by awakening one.

Body departing from virtual real
he lifts sleep-heavy lids to see
the wide  eyes

of his night-attired son.

Aware now of movements he
unwarily starts hazy ascent
mistily upward 

but sleep wants to stay.


Bleary eyed he leaves dreaming
half done and wavering limbs
stilled he stares

at the wobbling  tray.


Being a single-handed Dad
means missing sleep-time
when bad dreams

bring cries for attention.

Yet breakfast supplied with love
as a surprise present made
by small hands

well what could be better ?




  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2021 04:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just remembered an article outlining the increased numbers these days of single Dads coping at home and unearthed this oldie though tweaked a little - hope you enjoy.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 55
  • User favorite of this poem: Lorna.


  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.
    I was reading of a 'fatherless society' - lots of single mums. Of course, not ALL families are fatherless, but I see what the author meant.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thank you for this thoughtful comment dear Orchi - - I agree that society has become single-parent in much larger numbers today.

    • Freni Karaluthara

      Beatiful poem dear poet.

      • Fay Slimm.

        So kind of you to drop by for a read and review Freni and thanking you muchly.

      • L. B. Mek

        what a wholesome and life affirming read
        a wonderful portrait or dedication
        thanks for sharing, dear Fay

        • Fay Slimm.

          I thought it time I penned tribute to fathers as they do their best as single parents in these demanding times - so -pleased you enjoyed the read L.B.

        • dusk arising

          Aww - lovely. Really a fine example of your wonderful creative mind producing great entertaining poetry.

          A super read which is going in among my favourites amid many others of yours there.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Dear Dusk - - Much appreciated are your regular visits to my poetry page and loads of thank yous for all your encouraging comments - -- I wanted to dedicate today's offering to all those single-parent Dads who do their best in not the easiest circumstances and am so pleased you want the piece in your favourite list.

          • Neville

            my word this takes me back .. tis gert lush Fay .. the words I mean .. not the actual doing .. apart from the breakfast bit .................................... x

            • Fay Slimm.

              Thought this read may take you down memory lane Nev, - - there's something about sons and Dads and wobbly breakfast trays int there ? - - - and thanks a big bunch for ya "gert lush" opinion on Single Handed............... x

            • Coyote

              Ah that's beautiful Fay. Being a single parent is the toughest job in the world.

              • Fay Slimm.

                How true that single parenting is the toughest of jobs and thanks Coyote for reminding us and I guess that help offered sometimes would be a life-saver to those going through it.

              • Trenz Pruca

                Well what could be better? Not a thing. Once again, thank you Faye for brightening my day.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Thanks a bundle for this lovely comment Trenz - -- such a worthy job waits for those single parents raising child or children best as they can.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Wonderful words Fay, it is such a shame that so many children are being brought up by a single parent these days.


                  • Fay Slimm.

                    I agree wholeheartedly with your wise opinion on child-rearing Andy - tis a shame there are so many single parents doing their best no doubt but in truth children need both aspects of parental guidance. Thank you for sharing a subject close to my own heart.

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