Monday, April 28, 2014


I named you for the thing that brings me most joy. Smart, am I, even in my accidents.

So I don't surprise; light when I see you, in wake and in slumber, the warmth of you resting beside me is completion.

What thrill! I, unwitting gardener, tend to your growing years knowing as I do that you ease away with every season.

Still there is no more for me; this is what I am for.

And glad, glad, more than filled am I with gladness at my fortune.

Do I thank you, you ask?

In every breath and blink

so deeply

I am thankful

you are my baby.

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