Bond
Not until they brought their baby home
did the phrase “my father” ever occur to him.
This hole suddenly materializing,
he kissed her tiny fingers to steady himself.
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Wow. So much said in 4 lines
Gorgeous poem
Lots packed into these few lines!
that last line! great poem, linda.
Love this