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untitled 10/30/2009

She’s curled up

In her bed

Clutching a stuffed animal-

Rainbow Bear,

As he has been known

Since she was born-

And twitching

In her sleep.

By now,

The blanket is

Surely twisted

In knots

Around her

Feet,

And she might  already be

Grinding her teeth

Loud enough

To be heard

In the hallway.

(How

She still has a tooth  in her head

I do not know.)

In another hour

Or so,

There will be

Sweaty little curls

Of golden hair

Stuck to her forehead

As she grunts

And snores in her sleep.

This child,

This perfect child,

Is mine

By the grace of some

Divine luck.

And I am

Her father,

So proud,

So afraid,

So clueless

And so filled with love

For something

Much greater

Than myself.

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 30, 2009

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