My fat little babyis reaching upfor something brightthat dangles–bangles of lightand brilliantcolor.His elbowsare deeply dimpled,his cheeks areperfectly-proportioned for a million kisses.There has never beena rolypolier boy. One day he will have dreamsof being an astronautor a fireman.He may want to write a bookor play guitar like his dada. But right now,all he hopes foris this:that I…
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The Daily Turn #4: Naming All the Colors
Naming all the colorsis harder than you think–best if left until the first cup of lavender-grey teahas made its waythrough all five senses. The table is pinkerin the morning(on this kind of morning–a pale wood-rose)than in the dandelion lightof afternoon.And the pink of each morningis a different pinkWhich my daughter seems to know instinctively:Coming down the…