Papa....

he's the newest Papa in
town carrying the brown baby in his arms

the tiny nose is not the same as his
aquiline shape
the lips are thick his aren't
the heart-shaped face does not jibe
with his square jaw

somehow there are clouds of
doubt
as he looks closely on that fragile
creature which is now at the very
mercy of his arms
and hands

the little angel shapes a smile
as tiny as a flea
jumping to his heart

everything is forgotten
all the clouds suddenly disappear

in flagrante
he falls in love
the one that accepts and
knows not
what rejection is

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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