Almost One

Everyday, there’s a baby I meet online.

He’s nearly a year old and has yet to learn to walk.  His mother’s worried.

She fears there’s something wrong with his legs.  I think he’s too heavy

but, of course, I won’t tell her that.  He isn’t fat, he just can’t find his

balance.  Not yet.


When he finally walks, our daily meetings will end.

He’ll walk out of the pictures.  He’ll bury himself in the sand pile.  He’ll

disappear behind a book.  His mother and I will spend a few moments

sipping our digital tea, looking out for him, checking that he hasn’t hit

his head somewhere.  Not yet.



©  Ella Wagemakers, 02.07 Dutch time (= 20.07 EST in the US)

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