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  • You’ll always be my first
    my utmost, my perfection,
    my ornate globe of wonder,
    that I amaze to have produced.

    The Little Boy we called him,
    for he was the one and only
    until his brother came along.

    We were waltzing through the living room,
    each other’s world in full.
    No one else existed
    yet I loved all mankind
    in overflowing generosity of spirit.

    Rumbunctious gurgle, rampant roundness
    rosy rococo of robust rotundity
    lopsided toothless smile
    complete with deep chuckle

    Wise look of silence
    devotion so complete
    that downy baby scalp
    just after its bath

    I can see why mothers crave the next baby fix.

    Historical reassessment decrees
    you must have frowned at times,
    must have cried, been crotchety, thrown tantrums,
    or been just plain dull.

    But I can only remember the stars and the wonder,
    most revered and dreamy baby.
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