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Small Chubby Fingers
Small chubby fingers reach out to touch my face,
awe in every expression, she looks at me once again
as if seeing me for the first time. In love with the wonder of it all,
I pick her up and hold close, breathing deep that
bathed baby smell, looking at, inspecting
each inch of her, I marvel that this tiny creature came from me.
I cuddle her; I tickle, listening to gurgles and giggles,
wishing, she would always stay this way,
however, there will be other embraces,
other times filled with awe and wonder, time, my enemy,
my friend will see to that. And one day she will know
the wonder and the awe of small chubby fingers reaching out
to her.
