Dad Moments

I lay me down for bed; my eyes soon to sleep are wed. Yet not before this thing, which is now soon said: I'm met with searing shock, severely surging from head to heels. It was the cold electroshock of his favorite hot wheels. -Left by little hands, this scourge of die-cast-mobile, so when car and spine do meet, all the pain dad would feel. For love's sake in silence I shriek and scream. My eyes begin to stream. -Shhh, quiet now! Sleep is fragile for this little one. So to pillow I confess, belabored epithets.
Turn over; draw deep the fresh air. I regain my sense of self-aware. Now I make my way across the room, to place his car with all the rest with care. There now, in the morning he'll find them all together —no further thoughts to spare. I make my way back to bed; the joy in my heart undoes the pain-applied so-unfair. Happy I am —a father who cares, till God heard my pride; then did I step on a lego so to dive right back into bed now fully impaired; yes, I might've cried.