A baby in a stroller pointed,
Giggling,
at me.
I
waved and then he laughed some more
And
grinned delightedly.
I
also had the sweetest kisses
Blown
my way from far.
My
brother’s year-old grandson
Raised
the FaceTime cuteness bar.
The
urge to thus communicate
Begins
when very young,
With
smiles the currency employed,
Since
words are yet unsung.
As
children grow and fear kicks in,
That
need to reach out slows,
Thus
limiting connections
Only
to the ones each knows.
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