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Jun 2015
Babies - of what do they dream?
What thoughts play behind those closed eyes,
Those eyes so like others before
Unfocused and newly revealed?

What is it in holding a child
That brings such a tranquility?
That puts the world's problems at bay
And shows what is truly at stake?

Perhaps when they dream they become
The person they one day shall be
In full philosophical garb
So leading us to what will come

Or maybe it simply is shapes
And colors so formless and free
A way to make sense of the world
They sample with unfocused eyes

2Apr2002
This was written shortly after and in honor of the birth of my then-husband's younger niece's first child.
I have read this in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton
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Cori MacNaughton
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