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.


It’s time for another installment of 7 Imp’s 7 Kicks . . . For those new to our series, this is where we all stop in every Sunday to report seven (more or less is fine) Good Things that happened to you (or that you read or saw or experienced or . . . well, you get the picture) this week.