Expectant
with
if
alright
scorn
are
her
but
am
old
the
cold
man
when
vantage
when
you
words
I
tree
where’s
love
first words
i hope you learn to speak words more good than your daddy
poetryand when you breathe forth your very first words
i’ll be holding my breath in daft anticipation
gasping at the affricate proceeding from your little mouth
waiting for you to learn the beauty of words
hearing you grasp for meaning
then communication
then beauty in every syllable