a woman and a rose,
a long, committed partnership,
of love the husband knows.
A tenuous and abstract thing
of love he understands…
or thinks he does until they
put a baby in his hands.
A tiny girl in tatted lace
has brought him to his knees,
she grips his heart with fear at
every cough and baby sneeze.
She calls to him in silent nights,
the deepest sleep defeats--
she holds his breath in hostage till
he knows her heart still beats.
Behold the hulking man of men,
of beastly, manly powers--
who’s brought to tears by tiny fists
with gifts of mangled flowers.
A feeling of euphoria
a little girl, a rose,
a dirty face, a sloppy kiss
of love the father knows.
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