She's so little;
so terribly, and unmistakably alive.
She wears ten fingers, ten toes, and two clear blue-gray eyes.
Oh, how blissfully ignorant she is!
She's never known pain or suffering.
She doesn't understand race,
or politics,
or religion,
or death.
I brush a curl from her forehead.
Someday she will.
Soon she'll make words.
She'll walk.
She'll discover ice cream,
trees,
blue jeans,
and Ramen noodles.
Maybe she'll be a doctor or a lawyer.
Maybe she'll love someone named Adam or Michael.
She might be a mother someday.
Maybe she'll hold her daughter in her arms and wonder all these things too...
so terribly, and unmistakably alive.
She wears ten fingers, ten toes, and two clear blue-gray eyes.
Oh, how blissfully ignorant she is!
She's never known pain or suffering.
She doesn't understand race,
or politics,
or religion,
or death.
I brush a curl from her forehead.
Someday she will.
Soon she'll make words.
She'll walk.
She'll discover ice cream,
trees,
blue jeans,
and Ramen noodles.
Maybe she'll be a doctor or a lawyer.
Maybe she'll love someone named Adam or Michael.
She might be a mother someday.
Maybe she'll hold her daughter in her arms and wonder all these things too...

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