Lyrrin

I like
hanging out
on the corners
of your mouth.
Laughter,
like a cradle
holding
innocence,
spills itself
into mischief.

Bending lines
drawn
in the sands
of reason,
while testing,
every moment
you’re
awake.

Delight
captured
in the honey
of your giggle
lets me give
up holding up
my so called
grand design.

The privilege of
your presence
grants a miracle
co-opted by
your very own
community
made of angels,
sunlight, tears
and laughing
teddy bears.

Your reach
is so much
farther than
what we know
or even what
we’re ready for.
I wonder at your
wonder and your
bright inquiry
into everything!

All your mothers
make our world
accessible by
gifting us the
chronicles of
evolution. Their
embrace embraces
all of us. I’m
grateful we are
in our lives.

Embi 5/16/14

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