Reaching Out
A baby in a stroller pointed,
Giggling, at me.
I waved and then he laughed some more
And grinned delightedly.
I also had the sweetest kisses
Blown my way from far.
My brother’s year-old grandson
Raised the FaceTime cuteness bar.
The urge to thus communicate
Begins when very young,
With smiles the currency employed,
Since words are yet unsung.
As children grow and fear kicks in,
That need to reach out slows,
Thus limiting connections
Only to the ones each knows.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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