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 baby with an Angel face
has brought him to his knees,
his heart is gripped with with fear at
every cough and baby sneeze.
The silence in the dark of night,
the deepest sleep defeats--
his breath is held in hostage till
he knows the 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 child, a rose,
a dirty face, a sloppy kiss
of love the father knows.
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