We take down a crate
of baby things,
which now
only slide
and awkwardly
swing. Some can serve
as teething rings.
Your deft little fingers
and nimble mind
now find toys
of a different kind.
You love to
analyze,
observe,
explore:
what is behind that bathroom door?
how loud does this block sound
when it hits the floor?
Soon you will ask:
Who made the sky?
Why do all the birdies fly?
Why does every wet thing dry?
Now you ask only
with your eyes.
When you have
emptied the crate,
we put the baby toys
back.
We will look at them again
some other time.
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very sweet poem!
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