"Lucky" by George Shelton

for Mirto StoneDad's head tilted and gainedmass when I was ten, scrubbinghis back in the shower. The leftshoulder had bulk acrossfrom the right killed by a livelybullet through his helmet. Foamskidded down his collapsed right armoff curled fingers. If he learned tospeak with flawsand walk half paralyzed,how could sonsnot be exceptional?Told we were luckyhandsome. Suggested we askless popular girlsto dance at school parties. Embarrassed forthem but obsessed with duty,I'd ask those injured by homeliness.