Sky Poem by Nancy Ames

'I was very pregnant when we moved up north, so it was more than a year later before I took my little girl back to the city for a visit.
She had never seen anything like a big city before, so I was sort of nervous about how she was going to react to it all.
We were downtown, I remember. 'Walk Like an Egyptian' was playing on the radio. We were getting out of the car and I was holding her in my arms and that was when she said her first word. It was 'sky'.
I can still see her little baby fingers reaching up as far as she could and hear her insistent little baby voice saying, 'Sky! Sky! '
I kept saying things like, 'Look! Look at the big bus. Look at all the big buildings.' But she just said, 'Sky! ' over and over again.
It was the only thing she recognized. It was her big blue security blanket.