UNWILLING BABY
Unwilling baby,
Dropped by the stork in the middle of the world.
Her cries bring happiness,
Though everyone tries their best to comfort her.
It is her presence that lights them up,
Regardless of her tears.
She is beautiful even in her need.
Pressed against her will
Into a sea of unfamiliar faces,
Each hoping to imprint his expression
Onto her face someday.
She cries.
Her world trembles.
She is distracted by the toys;
The sounds become less and less alien,
Becoming word symbols,
Language, ideas;
She forgets. . . .
And her toothless mouth
Forms Daddy's smile.
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