I am born again with my son,

(he of the WIDE-eyed wonder)

and the world unfolds anew

I learn to smile with joyous glee, not guile

discovering how selfless love exists

in a woman who fights with me

I learnt yesterday how

a bright, red ball is so fascinating

and HOW amazing are new sounds

I ask myself

how so much JOY can spring

from everything so ordinary

Maybe it is ME who has grown ordinary

Maybe . . . over long, long years

I just grew smaller

Things That I Like

babies… and poems that remind us what a different perspective babies have on it all. beautiful.

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