Unexpected like
the light snow
showers, stepping
outside the DMV
comes your voice
from my lips as I
encourage my baby
girl’s independent
steps. Ephemeral
dancing waves of
light, refracted
drops of tears
glistening glide
gentle courses
down the baby
girl’s peach flesh
firm cheek. As I
reach and hold
tight her hand.
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