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


2 thoughts on “SOPHIA ROSE

    • Thanks so much, Eliza! I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I recognize your name. I see that you are a poet. Do you post online somewhere under a different name?

      Thanks again for your kind words!

      Marie Elena

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