Photograph by Rick Mobbs
back in new mexico....
i’m sitting here
with a babe in arms.
hence the lack of caps.
she’s a month old
and i’m pulling at her toes
as she watches the screen.
amazing little thing,
making charming little sounds -
grunts and chirps,
little squeaks and whimpers.
milk dribble,
good smells…
that baby smell
some of you may know
or remember.
the little square head
and the disappearing neck,
powerful little belches.
big brother runs in,
shouts,
grabs something
and is gone.
porch screen door slams.
he’s raiding strawberrys
from the garden.
welcome to our world.
Rick Mobbs August 2008
1 comment:
Yes, your loving prose about the world of Mobbs is “scrumptious”. It even had a poem hidden in it (See FFTR if curious). Great to have you back on the blog. Having family strung out across the country is rough, especially regarding grandchildren. My oldest daughter has lived in North Carolina and Maryland for 6 years, and we have two grandsons, one 7 months and one 20 months, that we hardly ever see. But the universe can be kind. Daughter and grandsons are living with us now for 6 months while son-in-law does a tour in Iraq.
Glenn
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