Small, curled in his arms.
A warm weight.
Yassen breathes in baby smell
And grins.
Here, parenthood begins.
Tomorrow, he'll pick up the phone
Dial a number with shaking fingers
And call John's son.
Godparent: he'll make Alex one.

Small, curled in his arms.
A warm weight.
Yassen breathes in baby smell
And grins.
Here, parenthood begins.
Tomorrow, he'll pick up the phone
Dial a number with shaking fingers
And call John's son.
Godparent: he'll make Alex one.
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