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 Dec 2012 Robert Peck
Ayaba Babe
Good Morning
My voice rang across the room.
Good Morning
He sang
A smile creeping up from the corners of his mouth, spreading up towards the wrinkles of his eyes where his glasses hang.
Those baby blues
Illuminating the room like they do...
He asked for his daily poem
So I read him two.
I'm impressed, he said,
Barely audible
"I'm so proud of you."
I plant a kiss on his forehead
I'm so blessed
I said
To have an audience kind enough to grant me his ears while I rant multiple stanzas all the way through....
Now lets get up and get dressed,
"I'm so proud of you too..."

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