Paternal Instinct

I saw her sitting there
Apparently alone.
With long auburn hair
And an easy going smile
But it was her sad eyes
That drew me in.
She was about seven months pregnant
With no ring on her finger.
Her and the baby’s father
Had gone separate ways
I was told,
But she appeared elated
About having the baby
And seemed to have not regrets.
What fascinate me, however,
Was the strength of my reaction.
I was overwhelmed
By my paternal instinct.
I wanted to hold her,
To take care of her,
To make sure she had somebody there
When the baby was born.
Fortunately, I suppose,
There was no need.
Somebody else had already
Stepped into that role.