Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Daddy K wonders, if it’s a girl…

Father's Song

By Gregory Orr


Yesterday, against admonishment,

my daughter balanced on the couch back,

fell and cut her mouth.


Because I saw it happen I knew

she was not hurt, and yet

a child's blood so red

it stops a father's heart.


My daughter cried her tears;

I held some ice

against her lip.

That was the end of it.


Round and round: bow and kiss.

I try to teach her caution;

she tried to teach me risk.

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