he scooted all the way from the pillow
time to baby proof the house
legos banished
no more beads
playmobiles packed
multiple sweepings and vacuumings daily
shut the bathroom door
cover the plugs
hide the dogfood
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You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls i cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece
of foreign sky.
To My Child,
Anne Campbell Stark
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