Through the eyes of a newborn

The sparkling smooth sand of the sand box

was a tempting force for the newborn infant

who nuzzled with his mother in a periwinkle pajama suit

under the bright summer sun.

He was too young to understand his adoring mother's words;

instead her voice and her friend's voice

added to the burr of the warm summer day at the grassy park.

His mother wore shades and laughed with her friend, rocking the baby.

He could not see her eyes and was too young to recognize them anyhow.

She smelled like lotion and so did her baby.

She laughed, but her baby just stared at the sand in the sandbox.

He wanted to lie in the warm sand.

He waved his arm to get his mother's attention

but she did not respond;

on her peaceful visit to the park,

they did not play at the sandbox.

Instead, they basked in the sun.