First Words
I’m looking at the baby blanket
I slept with. A teddy trinket
That I always named as mine
Peeking outside the window
At the playground
In the park below
A child’s innocence—
And happiness
Has never been so divine
Looking around
Sesame Street dabbed on the walls
Cute and clever, I remembered
For Elmo proved that babies were smart too
After that, I learned just fine
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