New Born Child
"Self-indulgent as a baby,"
the phrase that comes to mind
with my daughter's head
cradled on my palm,
loving not my hand,
only the heat it gives
after feeding and sleeping.
Two days old-
little id- I love her still
as I might love an unfledged bird
that will become beautiful one day
and fly away from me.
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That wee kid is making up little poems of her own now:
I'm five years old and I make no fuss
and my brother does all the things he's told.
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I have little brother
and he is a little bother.
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The birds on the trees are happy as can be,
twittering like thunder and shining like the sun.
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I'm not boisterous
I'm girlstrous
She'll overtake the old man in no time.
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