my niece she was
nine months old (then)
her funny HeAd
(not) proportionate to her bOdY
craned over the windowsill
the chipped sunlight reading
glints of < separation >
and wordless___sequelae
after i surreptiously whispered
"Don't grow too fast, my angel".
This is precious...so clever and well-written, too. LOVE IT!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh so loving....I too wish the child in her never ceases, BJE :)
ReplyDeleteLoved it,
wishes,
devika
I can only repeat, so loving...you're a wonderful soul!
ReplyDeleteLovely and endearing post
ReplyDeletemaking face + camera shake = precious moment. thanks for the comments everybody.
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