When she was one year old
her mother tied a ribbon,
her head was small and bold
and kept on slightly bobbing.
The mother and her babe
stood in a field of rocks,
they squeezed their eyes and smiled
at a man with a picture box.
The mother young and pretty
looked forth with fortitude,
she held firm her baby
who cocked with attitude.
When evening came along
the family had gathered,
to sing a happy song
with wishes light as feathers.
The baby sat and played
with gifts that they had brought,
a horse and beads of clay
a treasure to be hold.
She cooed with childish smiles
no worry did she feel,
they looked at her beguiled
with love their fate they sealed.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Birthday-1
May 28, 1998 | Olympia Fields, IL
May 28, 2018 | Jerusalem, Israel
Birthday-part-2 | Kira’s Art
Under The Noon Light
