Poetry

learning from you

in your time

a grayscale photo of a newborn holding a grown-up’s finger
Pixabay

you were small
for a baby
staring
wide-eyed at me

growing fat slowly
on milk
and love
opening your
world to me

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I write things. A lot. I love to travel. I edit and create content. Need help with words? I can help. jean@wordsmithweb.com

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Jean Elizabeth Glass

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I write things. A lot. I love to travel. I edit and create content. Need help with words? I can help. jean@wordsmithweb.com

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