Waxing Poetical

Thought I might put a poem or two up before I go to bed.

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Little One

Furry monkey baby
Encased in plexiglass belly
Cut off from the world
You were so eager to enter

Electric heartbeats ping in rhythm
Tied to your breath
Fragile
So strong at minus age
With Life's certainty
Never so perfect and whole

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I know the weight of my body
Touch of skin
I know the feel of sun on my face
Warmth seeping in
The pull of time and the soft sweetness of experience
I know the scent of my life.