in a backyard surrounded by sky.

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Our little guy
points and speaks
and points and speaks,
repeats his sisters’: “stop-it!”
and his brother’s: “oh, man!”
my: “enough!”
and his daddy’s: “…love you…”

Outside I hold him
sweet and squishy on my hip,
he points in the air over my shoulder
“Sky, sky.”
I nod my head, “Sky.”
He points in the air over my other shoulder
“Sky!”
“Sky! I say.
He points straight up
and we look into the air together
calling out, “Sky!”

He wraps squishy arms around my neck,
his sweet cheek brushes against mine
before he rests his head on my shoulder.
We squeeze each other awhile before
plopping down into the grass
in a backyard surrounded by sky.

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