Two

Hugs to my two-year old self 
running from Grama, chasing 
a boy on Florida beach.

Thanks, our two-year old brother 
lost in woods was found, as Mom
knelt on rocky mountain road.

Two eyes, two arms, two feet, two
nostrils, two parents, one heart 
cry, "Hi!" All done bye bye! "Hi!"

 

One

Love your one-year old 
reach for Mama smile;
peekaboo-laugh point;
happy clap, wide eyes!
One focus, no thought,
desire one with need--
to cuddle, suckle,
giggle--then toddle
outdoors with Grama.