Of Great sons and Great fathers
My father never displayed
Concern over
Shed blood;
Even on accidents
I cutting myself;
Falling down;
Gotten hit
By crow-bar falling,
Sharp doorknob's
Temple thrust.
Hey?
Stoniness of a stoic mind?.
No, teaching fortitude
By quiet bravado!
Recovering from
My bloody fall
On my crying son's lap
It dawned.
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