Early On

Sarah Skwire
May 2011

My little fish, my merry minnow,
swimming in my sea-salt center,
spinning, diving in my middle,
safely sporting in this water.

Heaven keep you, wriggling writher,
happy, warm inside your mother.
Tend my worries with your laughter,
little fish, my son, my daughter.
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