Tallis, At Almost Ten Months
Wee legs spread on the living room carpet,
In the warm morning sun, she sits there,
Her little flowered dress puffed about her,
Soft light on her coppery hair.
Quite random the items before her:
Crinkly Ladybug, Soft Silky Heart,
Her Bumpy Blue Crescent, her “Sousie.”
She tastes each, she sets each apart.
Her pink sippy cup full of water,
Her Fuzzy Blue Bunny.
With each
Her plump little fingers select it,
And others she finds within reach.
And what does she make of these items?
As one who’s so young and so small?
Is she eying each one, like a fisher
Might delight in the fruits of his haul?
Is she counting them, much like a shepherd
Counts all of the sheep in his fold?
Is she touching each one, like a miser
Might finger his diamonds and gold?
Does she taste them as if she’s a gourmand,
Enjoying each thing she can chew?
Or is she, like some feminine Adam,
Naming each, in a world that is new
To her, in her own little Eden
On the living room floor, in the sun,
So absorbed in such serious matters
On a day that is barely begun.
Posted by
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15:10:21
Exquisite poem!
Thank you for posting it.
Andrea (Of the Keshet blog. . .)
I respect your work,it is the most nice one i ever see
Know that feeling all too well!
your space is amazing!