#45

Today,
Littlest is coming to light,
Pushing up through the baby months,
He is pointing and saying da.
He crawls onto his brother’s bed
And bounces with him,
He crawls around after them
in the hot sun.
He knows he is like them,
that he should be doing what they do,
So he chews pens
when they are drawing,
Pushes his head between their bodies,
when they lean up on the windowsill,
He watches them
And will learn from them
This walking,
Laughing,
Eating
Talking that we do.