Tiny

Cherry

By rosaliekempthorne

Fri, 03 Dec 2021
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3 comments
 

There’s nothing wrong with you.

You’re absolutely perfect.

An artwork in miniature,

Your tiny feet, your buttercup fingers,

Your little whispers of creamy caramel hair.

 

No longer than three apples placed in a row,

As soft as tissue paper,

As tenuous as felt.

Your pink face, your painted-shut eyes,

The gurgle as your tiny lips blow bubbles.

 

You shine through Perspex like a miniaturized sun,

You glitter through the air to me,

And nothing about you could ever need to be any better.

Small. Early. As delicate as cobwebs.

There’s really nothing wrong with you.

Just. Tiny.

 

Picture credit/discredit: author's own work

Certificate U
Poem
Poetry
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

That's lovely. How early? They are beautful at all stages of development in the womb.

My daughter-in-law works with Special Baby-Care Unit fairly regularly, and was asked to give a talk for a few minutes to her daughter's reception class, so she took in such a tiny little knitted hat and nappy, for the prem babies, to show them how tiny they are sometimes at first. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by rosaliekempthorne on

Hi, thanks for reading. Actually, I'm not really sure how early, baby and Mama are fictional. I guess the reader gets to decide.

Submitted by Turlough on

This is a lovely poem.

In recent months I have become a grandfather twice so I can really relate to what you have written.

They do seem so tiny, don't they?

And I love your line... As delicate as cobwebs.

Turlough