Tuesday, August 30, 2011

babysitting for josiah, age 2 (several weeks ago)

Your beamish voice is smiling
through my ears again,
as the fan turns,
light filtering dust in the corners.
If all the world could hear the sound
of one happy boy (so small)
soft cheeks and playing in his crib,
other room, door closed,
no heart would be as sighing.

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