Children: An Illustrated Poem


Children smell of spilt milk,
and laundry soap

They smell of dark mud,
dead leaves,
and dandelions

I hold them on my lap
to tie shoes
or wipe bloody knees

and they feel like overstuffed teddy bears
or wriggly puppies…
depending on the child

Sometimes they are feathers

Children sound like barnyards in the spring
squabbling peacocks
and sirens in the night

Their kisses taste like bubble-gum
or canned spaghetti
and are almost always sticky and damp

much like the rest of the child.

Cindi Augustine
Copyright: October 1995


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