The sound of a letter followed seamlessly by "ahh"
repeated musically
in a rosebud mouth
is babble to some
perhaps
or annoyance to the heartless few
but to me it is an incantation
that puts butterflies in my stomach
and lights these tired eyes
.
Who among us isn't bewitched by the sound of a soul
discovering their body?
If any hands should raise
I suspect they are neither mother
nor
my heart's kindred.
.
.
.
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xoxo,
Allison
4 comments:
don't you want to just giggle when you see those little feet : )
I giggle and nibble them - oh Mona; you must meet him someday :) xo
You should really make a silver casting of that Flinstone toe..and hang it from the rear veiw mirror or on the Christmas tree....it is beauty
Delia -
I KNOW. Oh my God, I know. I almost cried looking at his toes last night, aware that they won't always be fat little horns ;) xoxoxo
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