A Child so Serious

A week of torment

fired again

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My spine to bend

My sisters kid

so small and round,

With smile so bright,

and sweet words sound.

"Book" she says.

"Story," she begs.

Only brings me chapter books.

Silly child with her stubby legs.

"Badabadbda," she reads.

Upset when I try to take over.

I smile as she gasps with wonder,

at the only colorful cover.

A reminder of joy.

Of things I love.

bundled in little child,

who says, "Aunei Lala, gubmmiove."

I still don't know what that means.

but to her "look" means "what".

She has my number,

as she points out every cut.

"Ooowwei," she says

eager to receive kisses.

"Tant you," she says,

and I melt all to pieces.

I turn to leave,

wondering if she'll cry.

"Byebye," she waves

unaware of how much I try.

My heart lighter

my joy full

when a Child is serious,

I can feel less dull.