
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Flesh of my Flesh
September 13, 2005 11:33 AM
A Father
He had a baby
it’s tiny and pink
The man I never even
thought would wed
is a father today
I know he will be a good one
because
he taught me
and took care of me
He was my hero
my champion
I saw him
with the eyes
of a child
with the heart
of a child
even though he broke it
in the end
it was always his
without reservation
without fear
Before the apple
when I was in the garden
it was his
When I was
as small and pink
inside
he held me
That tender look
on his face
is what I’d always wanted
to see
He had a baby
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woah...is this about who i think it is??
Posted by: perla on September 21, 2005 01:34 PMI think so. :\
Posted by: Helena on September 21, 2005 05:25 PMPost a comment
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