Wednesday, December 2, 2009

For Jaimee





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".

5 comments:

  1. This is precious...so clever and well-written, too. LOVE IT!!!!!

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  2. Oh so loving....I too wish the child in her never ceases, BJE :)

    Loved it,

    wishes,
    devika

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  3. I can only repeat, so loving...you're a wonderful soul!

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  4. making face + camera shake = precious moment. thanks for the comments everybody.

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