Baby Aaro
Soft as hugs, tiny hands reach out
when the tall one comes to make the silly sounds.
Aaro forgets the dark warm place,
this new world too big.
*
Blinks at bright lights and strange faces.
Hears songs beyond the funny noises.
Wrapped snug in soft blanket folds,
Aaro wiggles on.
*
Dropping milk bubbles on fuzzy cloth, watches
shapes moving above: close enough to grab.
When sleep comes, Aaro takes a deep breath
and dreams away.
*
Sees a big face smiling in the light,
hiding then appearing with a "peek-a-boo."
Such a nice game, thinks Aaro,
it makes the big one laugh too.
*
Eyes will not stay on one thing
and wander to new colours instead:
ceiling fan spinning round and round;
herself, Aaro, a small wonder
known by warm arms.
*
Milk fills her tiny tummy. Coos escape
from lips still learning to smile.
Sleep comes to Aaro's eyes; her fingers,
wherever they reach, find something to hold.
*
A soft blanket against skin; her world,
sound-filled, simple as now.
Her cries heard always, Aaro babbles to herself
as she discovers everything new.
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