her little eyes
pour into mine
her feet fluttering against my knees
her mouth
tightly around her thumb
as she fingers
her monkey girrafe
or as she says momogaff
shes quiet as a mouse
but she's saying so many things
engulfed in a cloud
of white comforter
she shifts
sucks
blinks
tucks
her feet under my thighs
and turns away
her deep rythmic breathing
and the soft bridge of her nose
that relaxes
into
nod
As promised this is the first poem of my poem a day for April!
This one is dedicated to a young girl I babysit,A.
~flywriter13
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