written March 1992, by Barbara Meyer
Lauren
combing your fine baby hair, tho its shoulder length
natural curl, barely there
lovely angels face
Lauren
combing your
fine baby hair
tho
it's shoulder length
natural
curl barely there
lovely
angels
face
I hear your cry
your baby
fell upon the floor
pick her up
soothe her
as I you
once more
Your Brother is four
ride
your bike
with plastic wheels
coast....the slope
don't scuff your heels
green ribbons
braided
length
imaginary friends
and you
have my strength
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