Babe

Pinafored and pretty,

Dimpled hands gripping the table,

As his grandma bent over,

A smile adorning her otherwise plain self,

And cut the dumpling’s birthday cake,

Celebrating his age of innocence.

His silky eyebrows arched in delight,

The babe made a pretty picture,

A picture that sat alive on my wall.

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