As I cradle her head
full in my hand
feeling the tremendous
weight
of fragile life
I lay her down
upon the red wood
safe
and warmed by the rubbing caress
of the July sun
I am suddenly entrapped
by the explosion of her smile
frozen by the love
that rips through me
as shrapnel.
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Knowing I am now wounded
beyond returning
I press my face down
upon her belly
to get her to giggle
securing the locks
that will hold me to her
forever
I now understand
how a deer feels
enraptured
by the headlights
of an eighteen wheeler.
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| Alan
B. Capasso lives in Gettysburg, OH, where he maintains his art studio.
His day job is developing motivational award systems for high
schools. For the past seven years he has been deeply involved
with the Saint Mary's Youth group, a constant source of joy and
grace. Alan and his wife, Julie, have been married for twenty six
years and have assisted in bringing six children to the planet.
Their fourth grandchild is due in July 2005. |
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