Babble

Radiating confidence 
of teen-girl rebel
rattled by mother
rummaging her things,
defiantly stares 
the young ‘un.

Eyes bulge, carefree,
dripping blueness
all over
father’s shoulder.
Against pink shirt
cotton bud cheeks 
plump up
as lazy lashes 
wink,
in slow motion 
incessant
as instant replay. 

Dribbles
liquid stardust
pixie magic
spayed on words
babbles baby.


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