angelic beings.

My newest born’s feet

Already

Dangle at my hip bones.

A newborn,

He is not.

This little boy will be the one 

Spoiled.

Vacations,

Weekends away at hotels.

The things he will know that the first

Forgot.

All your angelic counterparts

Will be ignoring us.

If they need our family,

The route will be circuitous. 

There are jeans to be worn,

Hernias to be mended.

We are entering the growing phase.

Delicately wrapping up the

Welcoming.

 

*off the cuff writing with the Write Alm prompts

today:

celestial

 

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