Paul Apicella


Paul Apicella Poems

1. Mary's Side 11/28/2007
Best Poem of Paul Apicella

Mary's Side

Even I grow weary of it:
The blur of pressed faces wanting
To know what it is like to have
Such a boy. It hurts. The hay scratched
And the blood slicked my loins the same
As any other. Really, what
I remember best is the tight-
Faced innkeeper who would not give
A labored woman a warm room.

No, he was not born with a beard.
None believe that he had to grow
Into the robes. And let me tell
You, the Changers know nothing of
His temper. The words that came out
Of his mouth when food was short! But
No-one asks about that, my pain
Raising a boy ...

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