Will you get me a bib?
The wind rustles the trees outside and the light shines through the small cabin door.
A rainbow on a warm white fuzzy blanket.
A dab of green baby poop on a small white sock
The feeling of calm
and panic.
I will get a bib.
A cry.
A bright red right cheek
The sound of a cricket
A gurgle.
A blue pacifier with a whale
moving in and out.
Will you get me a bib?
The tired feeling of standing up and sitting back down
moving back and forth.
Feeling trapped
Never wanting to leave
Being in love
Being annoyed
Large silver coins
Small copper pennies
Cheerios
Muesli
The green from cacti
or from the grass
A fuzzy blonde head
Three stringy long white hairs
I will get the bib