My beautiful Micah, this is what you are like at ten months old:
noticing everything, babbling (na na na is, in fact, part of Franna)
mimicking, clapping, squealing, discovering your tongue
and crawling down the hall to see where I’ve gone
—I am right here, little beloved, rejoicing.
My beautiful Micah
lit bits and pieces 
I am uncertain whether the internal rhyme in one line and slant rhyme across another two are deliberate, but doesn’t this all just compose a kind of completion beyond words? You are blessed with this lovely child in your life, a capacity to cherish her, and an elegant and eloquent manner of expressing it all.
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The rhymes weren’t deliberate – once again, your poet’s ear amazes me. Thank you for the elegant, eloquent gift of your response!
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Precious and adorable! She has grown a lot. I love her soft baby hair. Pure joy! Thank you for sharing Micha’s photo, your poem, joy, and inspiration.
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She’s a daily celebration – thank you, Gail.
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