Lips are closed, a little move,

A little turn of head.

What does such soft motion prove?

What word unheard was said?

We may wonder, but not know.

Beauty’s baby steals the show.

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Fingers flexing, waving air.

A loving poem wants out, right there!

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Such a smile! Tongue ‘tween lips!

The heart of love from out us slips—

Slips and rushes, bows before—

This precious darling we adore.

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There is a yawn, a yawn so right,

We don’t care if it’s day or night.

Alpheus, snuggled up so tight,

All of us love with all our might.