Sunday, June 21

My Father, My Teacher

Father's Song 
- 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 tries to teach me risk. 

From The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems by Gregory Orr. Copyright © 2002 by Gregory Orr. Used by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All rights reserved.