Today
procreating a human being
is a process that is magical.
In all mammals, there are only two necessities:
eat and sleep.
Watching Leanna
awake
responding to stimuli
from the startle of ingredients grinding together —
blended.
To the lullaby
of endless cars honking
sirens rushing by.
to her own vocals
expressing her needs.
hungry?
no.
Sleepy?
no.
bored?
could be.
Diaper change?
No.
The moment She looks out the window from a third floor walk up
all is at ease
watching
listening
to the world around her.
She is my own jackie O
Eleanor Roosevelt
she is my own light
guiding me
to continue to follow my dreams.
Oh this is wonderful. Such a city baby poem, I love the way the causes of fuss are eliminated and questioned. But that ending is what really inspires.