You learned to devour words as a baby
Chewing cardboard pages in your crib
Digesting your first one hundred words
What was the first one you spit out?
Ball
Mama
Binkie
Later, I remember an inappropriate fox
Scampering between erupting canines
So many words since
Spilling out at a hundred miles an hour
Tantrums of irrepressible love
Babbling rivers over stymied desires
I still remember your fourth word,
Maybe your seventh
A word with as many inflections
As you have emotions
No matter the meaning of the moment
You named me
Like an ancient conqueror
Staking your claim
The victor
Re-writing my history
Until all the moments before you
Planted your flag
Are just footnotes in a dusty book
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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