you gingerly probe my hand
like an archeological find
cooing sweetly with more variety
you are beginning to understand
becoming a member of human kind
strong Simone, you have doubled your weight
found a secret of smiling each day
held upon my knee, your mouth agape with wonder
following mom’s path to take you
feed and bathe and change you
you were asleep when mom got stung
so you wondered why a bottle
the first of your weaning
those painful in-betweenings
changes growing till you regulate your own throttle
but still a rattle lays blind in your palm
held now a jack-in-the-box up and down
yet you quiet at the shape you will assume
surely you will stand and walk before soon
there many mansions reveal many rooms
what do you feel as you pry my fingers
what can you make of we amateur singers
the staring at light knowing its brilliance
what fills you with glee when we are seen
***** places like visions of kings and queens
November 25, 1982
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