POEM A DAY 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
All awash
In the morning
Your eyes drift to the watercolor I made
Of your dad and me on the day we found out
You were growing inside me
Back then smaller than your grubby little toe is now.
How far I've come
your toothless grin seems to say.
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