BRITTLENESS

Yawning, sensitive lips, I cannot kiss

Her tongue covered by milk,

Week old still invisible teeth,

Gentle arms coiled, palms only hold air,

Skin hid from direct sunlight,

As we wait for melanin to strengthen.

Silk-eyes, innocent as pure, soft light scares

She wants to see the normal, she absorbs many

Into the angel in her soul.

Lobes, Nose Bridge; miniature sharp senses,

Listening on, noises cause her cry, one voice

That makes her nasal docile to a gland-comb.

 Weighty world presses, frail feet will harden,

As she crawls into walking, thus show her worth,

I will remember her feathery mass.

Around us she will create a loving crucible,

Guided by suspicion, she will learn to imitate,

The mortar suspended above her by memory strings.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL