For Pippa by Mandy Mitchell

Mandy Mitchell | March 30th, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

Tiny raging wailing
Two-year old
With scrunched up eyes
And mouth open wide
Belting out loudly
The world’s injustices

How easy to console
Scoop you up in my arms
Gather you on my lap
And as I write my poetry
You fall quickly into sleep
Moving with me as I breathe
In and out up and down

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