SOPHIA ROSE

SOPHIA ROSE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She points,
squeals, and her
eyes light up,
dimples emerge,
hands shoot up,
chubby legs pump —

and all at the sight of me.

I pick her up, she
leans in
to Eskimo kiss

eyes on mine,
full-faced smile –
for what does she know
of decorum?

Captivating innocence
and abandon,
bordering on the miraculous –
liberating, invigorating tenderness,
transporting routine to sublime.

 

Marie Elena