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

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