Poem for my Chiquita


The way little fuzzys stick in your hair is my pride and joy
Your tiny wobbly legs are my pillars of strength
Your hyperactive squeals are my zen mantra
Your vulnerable frame curled asleep on my bed is my vigilance
Your babbling my eloquence, your fussing my focus
Your fear my courage and your laughter my most serious concern
Your tenderness is my battle cry, your curiosity my understanding, your absence my reason to wait, your frustrations my light-heartedness, your naive trust the reason for my cunning, your freedom my voluntary servitude
I love you my darling Kai-ita

Day 25? Maybe? Im lost here, no prompt, just life
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