Poetry Friday: I can’t help myself.
Friday, April 6th, 2007{Note: Today’s Poetry Friday round-up is here at Big A, little a} . . .
I’m still grooving on my new nephew. So I’m sharing a poem about how a baby can totally change your center of gravity: Only Child by D. Nurkse. Here’s an excerpt.
Always we passed the seesaw
on the way to the swings
but tonight I remember
the principle of the lever,
I sit the child at one end,
I sit near the center,
the fulcrum, at once she has power
to lift me off the earth
and keep me suspended
by her tiny weight, she laughing,
I stunned at the power of the formula.
Read the rest here.
And because I really, truly can’t help myself, here’s another picture of Miles:
Did you know they even MADE jeans this small???
And those little feet! In little striped tube socks, even!
Can you stand it??? Can you stand the cuteness???
I mean, I can’t. Every new picture I get is like an actual, serious, physical pain, a paroxysm of cuteness.
Please tell me when I start to get annoying.
Not that it will stop me. But tell me. Please?
Okay, thanks.
And thanks for indulging me.
You can go read the poem now.