Yesterday, against admonishment,my daughter balanced on the couch back,fell and cut her mouth.Because I saw it happen I knewshe was not hurt, and yeta child's blood so redit stops a father's heart.My daughter cried her tears;I held some iceagainst her lip.That was the end of it.Round and round: bow and kiss.I try to teach her caution;she tried to teach me risk. from poems.org
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