for T and Fia

You reach up and I pull you to me
you wiggle to be set down
I oblige
and tuck myself to your height
look into your eyes
and smile.
You smile that true smile
a bit lopsided
as if you can't help yourself
and I turn from flesh to butter.

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for Ez, Jen and Fia

You won't be really gone
'til the cedar plank salmon is eaten;
I'm hanging on
to lemonade for Pearl.
The studio cleaned
booster seat stored, yet
Fia toddles in my heart.