Today you blew bubbles out the back yard
Over dead grass and mud and old plants from our summer garden.
You wore pink. Magenta. And Hello Kitty mittens.
I could see you through the slider and a reflection of you behind yourself.
Ice danced on the bird bath;
we did not chip it away.
Your bubbles floated hard up and back toward your peering liquid bear-skin eyes and you blink...
Long,
dank lashes flutter on smooth baby cheeks - still growing.
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