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my child
by Angela ThomasI want to pick you, like a child, cradling you
in my arms, the soft velvety material of my shirt crammed
into your face and I want to point to all the things that I think
are beautiful in the world. I want to call up NYC and ask her
to explain the subways, the people, the food, I want her to spin
and spin, until her little feet tire and she subsides. I want you to love
the things that I love and I want to share them with you. I want
to take you to the one secluded area under a tree where the ground
is flat and the grass is soft, like a baby's plastic toy, so that I can show
you all the beautiful things that nature has laid down for us. You could
remember my scent, like detergent and baby powder and hard work,
and I would remember what your small hands felt like in mine.
I want you for my child, because I love you and I want to protect
you and share everything that I think is amazing with you. 10/27/2004 Posted on 10/28/2004
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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