Before She Was Born

Second sight in some infants, short tenure belies Unbiased newness unpicks societal manufacture To passers by, lurking spiritual assets recognisable Pervading expression classifies their clairvoyance Such was toddling dandelion darling, Aubergine Unphased, observant, chillingly serene in nature Cherubic smirk absorbed traits, antics compiled Tea coloured irises brewed extracted evidence Aloof by default, addictive was desire to amuse her Surfacing sufficient wit to captivate earned pleasure Complex humour her veracity seeking palate required Ego's growth ensued causing her copper eyes to flare Taut uncooked dough forehead bound words in focus Incidental text in her proximity statue faced savoured Without parental prompting, pillared wisdom widened Constant calculation of her purposed component Memorable eerie moment in Aubergine activity I surreptitiously witnessed striking behaviour "Don't tell Mummy, I was once burnt alive in fire." She confided in her soft toy 'school' semi circle Watching her calm revelation, mildly humilated by my unfamiliarity with her zany brain's structure Her sophistication held me dauntingly hypnotised Haunted by her thirty month old pre life mystery Written 18th June ( I just noticed today's date sounds a bit like 'Aubergine') a word name I thought suited a little tot called Lexi at a Day Care Centre I worked at a few years ago. After putting this poem up, I realise Aubergine sounds like Joan of Arc (Jeanne D'arc) swapped syllables. Didn't plan the poem to mention fire. I had only the concept of outstanding baby girl when sat to write.