Child, Child

the spot that never fazes mom's youthful lullaby stars denude me twinkle, twinkle mom's clear smile baby floater dances tears for late grandma her plea at each bath floater propelled by little cutie hands that never counted the wonderful years days of chuckles twinkles, floaters, bubbles carefree and cool wind, onion peels, the clouds dawdle at the glittering night years and days sit on sedimented years melted by one glittering star between the clouds unfolding days when an answer equals a question between the twinkling of stars inspired by Child Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo of the new Whose name you meditate - April snowdrop, Indian pipe, Little Stalk without wrinkle, Pool in which images Should be grand and classical Not this troublous Wringing of hands, this dark Ceiling without a star. Sylvia Plath