Legs strapped
to the delivery table
like a wish bone
my heart strapped
to my wife’s rib
making a wish
the doctor’s holding
the baby’s head
like a short prayer
“It’s a boy”
echoes in my throat
but I can’t shout!
Tossed as if a leaf
Into the arms of four nurses
I cut the umbilical cord
Father, Dad
words that stand
at the head of the table
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