journalist, social media junkie, bibliophile,wannabe chef. i admire the arbitrary and the artistic. this blog's my attempt at becoming more than just a point-n-shooter.
you were
a one day, some day dream
two surprised lines on a test kit stick
soon after, the size of a Koo baked bean
now the weight of a 9kg dumbbell
you've gone
from newly born to headstrong
with size 4 feet almost steady on the floor now
whimpers have turned to don’t-you-dare-ignore-me shrieks
and your tiny fists have made noses (mine) bleed
“No, Ubaid!” doesn’t register yet
there’s magic in every single thing
each day’s a chance to sing aaaaah gaaah tehtehtehteh again,
and trade one more step for one more fall
i blinked
and you’re seven months old today
sooner than i know
you’ll be building lego men and breaking hearts
reading Palahniuk instead of picture books
and thanking me for all this love
and none of the cheese.
journalist, social media junkie, bibliophile,wannabe chef. i admire the arbitrary and the artistic. this blog's my attempt at becoming more than just a point-n-shooter.
journalist, social media junkie, bibliophile,wannabe chef. i admire the arbitrary and the artistic. this blog's my attempt at becoming more than just a point-n-shooter.
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