Years spent
wiping jelly
from round cheeks,
stretching socks
over tiny, curling toes,
playing fairies,
gathering flowers
It's true,
I am a wrinkled girl
Don't know much
about the world
Numbers turn upside down
collide in this old brain
Politics, I can't
speak it,
Chemistry, physics, fills minds
far greater
than mine
Never could develop
appreciation
for arts of deception
My time - timid, steps unsure
forever questioning
choice upon choice
but
this i know for certain:
when a baby babbles
to whipped cream,
pats the soft cold swirl
and licks little lips
with joy,
the world pauses,
on mighty axis
a split second,
stunning,
brilliant,
every thing explained
Babies really are a reason to keep on going. My niece is 6 months old and she is pure delight.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing W.G.
Wrinkles, this is one of those wonderful poems that you let happen.....no need of explanation
ReplyDeleteyou just get to the last line and say.....yes
....keep writing
beautiful poem and so meaningful! I love it!
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