trying to say everything before you have words
must be hard on the little babies
who try to express it all whatever they feel
in a multitude of cries and coos
the who are you?
not yet, who am I.
to form without the words
how the sunlight feels on your crib
the movement of toys on the colorful mobile
the fluff of bears the big ones staring at you
some lone tear from an angelic sphere
my Grandmother could say,
set you here
and I understood perfectly.
mary angela douglas 7 july 2023
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