'Whoosh' he calls it,
wants to be thrown
up in the air
fearless, in persuasion
Pleas and a
sad face.
To ask for
some more
The baby’s
tears
melt even the
hard rock.
‘Whoosh' he
asks for
‘Big whoosh
', meant
higher,
soaring the skies
Flailing arms
and legs.
The
confidence of
his papa’s secure
arms
The complete
trust
of landing
safely.
And, thus ‘Whoosh’
he leaps into
the world.
Prompt - Wednesday prompt (Poetic Asides)
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