Miranda

She presses her face against the screen.

She makes a little pig face

Nose upturned, but still

Such a beautiful child.

 

She looks around the edge of the doorway.

She smiles, steps in,

Steps out again.

She is such a beautiful child.

 

She calls me "Da Da";

Makes a sweet little snarling noise;

Sits backward on the bench, and still

Such a beautiful child.

 

She also calls me "Daddy";

Smiles so hard and shows me the dirt

On her hands so small.

She is such a beautiful child.

 

Precious and precocious

She is such a wonderful child.


Words Copyright © 1993 J.L. Hunter
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