We were working on our waltz
when you lost your lunch
on the sleeve of my cardigan sweater.
I stopped mid-step,
put you down to get a damp cloth
and when I came back you had rolled over.
I was delighted by the sight of you
wriggling on your stomach
lifting up your crown toward the ceiling.
You remarked that it was grand
when I got down on my hands
and knees beside you
so you'd know how I was feeling.
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