While Mother Washes
wrinkled hand held head stretching
to fall toe short of elbow crook
where are the bones
there is too much skin
screwed eyes open brief we share faces
my burbling ceases
gone are the statements of beauty
as I state the fact that I am your dad
satisfied skin warm nap
half voiced song whispered
we rock comfort rock side to side
in shared breath
name bands
finger thick
ankle and wrist
pegged umbilical drips
you are not my child
you are new life
of mine
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