for my niece. cute kid. showed princess her pics a little while back, and she gushed over the kiddo. thats amazing because princess has no patience for kiddies, maybe time with her own niece has mellowed her down.
hmm... am thinking evil thoughts. maybe i could loan her from my sis as a babe magnet for a while... that is if i could stand carrying the weelet the way from home to the park. (closest place for chickadees)
considerable...
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Baby-proofing
Weelet.
You are only eighteen months,
so be careful when you fly about this house
pointing out items of bourgeois pink
my father hid for your amusement.
Even here,
sharp corners exist.
They have reached the outer limits
of their baby-proofing efforts;
Entire walls you cursed with your hieroglyphics,
the dining table we never ever used properly,
my room with all its sex cordoned off
by a big black door
that held my parents at bay for years.
If they could,
they would carpet the world in felt,
hang baby photos over every ugly thing
and baby-proof you permanently
in velveteen cushions.
***
reading: gerald durrell's biography. princess's bday gift to me couple of years back. i like reading about the man.
listening: weelet uttering rubbish and amusing herself.
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