You are only 10 days old
and your head
the shape or something
seems to hold a strange fascination
for me.
So when I look at it
I seem to see
my own head
in some unknown way,
and today
your eyes
dark as they seem
blinking in a way
I have never really seen
but seems
oddly familiar,
locked with my eyes.
Your sounds at the time
were barely more than a whisper
and every detail of your face
seemed quite apparent.
As you clutched my finger
and we just looked
at one another
just looking
until your mother
walked behind us
and caught your attention
causing you to look away
toward her,
however
I kept looking
at all your soft hair.
I couldn't stop thinking
about the shape of your head
and the slow struggling way
you move your arms
looking desperately
for more of
something.
I cant Quantify my thoughts of you.
They are different,
and you are different.
The most unique creature
to burst
into my life.
By sextonpoet
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