Peeling back the stroller cover unveils stars
and space
I may never know.
A child of the universe
beginning to comprehend it.
Her awestruck eyes taking in the starlight
taking the first step:
creating her farthest memory
A child of the universe
beginning to admire it.
The darting star she sees
it seems to reach out.
So I grasp at it.
My tiny fingers
grazing
its shimmering tail.
A child of the universe
beginning to reach for it.
We stood at the entrance of a new age.
Past a garden of all we had ever known,
We found the gate.
Past what we were meant to know and created to be.
She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath.
I await you in the open grass–
The rolling plains roam my mind
Dark-swept winds ride the horizon–
Damp with the promises you left unanswered
Comments
I don't know that I've ever read a poem from a baby's perspective before... creative! It would only make sense that one of your first memories formed would be one from stroller-bound days, that starry night sky, grasping out toward the endless bounds of the universe above as you learn what the world has in store for you. A quaint picture.
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