Poetry Friday

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.

from The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems by Gregory Orr

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