each night

hands up-

you surrender

to sleep,

lying flat back

as a pancake

you toss us a smile,

sprinkles of glee;

the lemony light

shines on your Moses basket

needy like him

you have floated in

on a high tide

just as I was drowning

in the whispering reedy grass,

your rubber ring of love

kept me afloat

buoyant and chubby

like a Hindu god

we made up,

your eyes a theatre of emotion

my heart fit to burst

everyday you awake

chestnut eyes wide-open

and smile.


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