After a fun hour in the grass, dirt, and mud,
I brought the baby in and stripped him down.
As he sat in the shallow tub water,
He asked for his rubber duck, using,
As always, only the initial consonant sound.
After he accidentally shot himself in the eye,
He figured out how to shoot water out
The hole in the bottom.
And it overwhelmed me, the desire
To capture forever the delight of his smile,
His wrinkled nose, his dripping eyelashes,
The wonder of discovery.
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