inching forward to grab his ball,
the chaos of faces in the hall
the mass of hands
that pass him one to the other,
forgotten.
He looks into her eyes
sees all of him in each.
She bobs her head at him,
he gurgles back.
All is well for he is with her.
Only she knows his cry that means
he is hungry,
his tummy wants a raspberry
he needs a nap.
He could stay here all day all night
with her, his world.
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