Annabelle Rose
Annabelle Rose
Sits down on the floor
Playing with a translucent plastic desert plate
That makes the whole world red
When she holds it to her face
She must feel so powerful
She looks up
At all the big people around her
Wondering what they are about
She is lifted up
Into her father's lap
He reads to her
He says the word "helicopter"
And she looks out the window towards the sky and points
Someday she will be able to say "helicopter"
And the names of many other flying things
She grows each minute
In knowledge and stature
This is,
Like the sun rising,
Very beautiful to watch