You are all babes:
newborn hands clasp a knuckle,
rose petal lips pucker the air
in search of mom, milk.
Pointed toes tap the floor
as torso wobbles and arms flay.
Knees are the mode for motion.
A round face, sticky fingers,
no teeth in the chipmunk smile
pronouncing a first word proudly
over and over.
Splashes in the water, waves rock
toys afloat as giggles fill the air,
both large and small, circling the tub.
A rocking chair pair sway gently
in the blackest of the eve
and soft song hovers within the walls
while large eyes empty and close.
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