I got to hold a three-month old baby girl today – she was so tiny it seemed more like she was a month old.  She smiled at me and at another colleague.  Her eyes look just like her Momma’s eyes.  It was wonderful.

Then I saw a whimsical piece of writing on Beauty and Dreams titled, “Little Girl, Fluffy Hair.”  It’s beautiful, it’s sad, it’s heart breaking.

I know it’s wrong. Maybe she’s ill. Maybe somewhere in her icy, little heart she loves her. I should have compassion, reserve judgement..

But I wanted to climb in her lap

and slap that

screeching

mouth

shut.

Little girl, fluffy hair

Round cheeks and

tummy

and sad brown eyes…

If I had all the right words, I would write

a poem for you, a real one.

Photo by Adaggio Art.