933: A Baby

Yesterday I met this toddler,
She refused those who meddled her,
She is an independent soul,
She knew, walk alone was her goal,

She did look at people and communicate,
Demanded appreciation in her own state,
She looked at me and giggled,
And before I would catch wiggled,

I wondered, if I had seen her before,
She resembled a description I adore,
Someone described and promised me a baby,
Overwhelmed I walked away with a heart heavy.

(April 17,2007)

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