Little One

Tiny toes and little hands
Flirt with the world they interact with.
Small ears and big eyes soak up the loud stimulation.
Blinking and staring,
Squinting and stretching to focus and hone what will be memorized.
My dimples,
Curls and nose are her home.
Those eyes are like her fathers,
The iris like her mothers,
Her spirit, one of her own.
She stares,
Drifts away,
And sleeps through the world buzzing around her tiny, petite, little soul.


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