little angelsA Poem by nathanTo my cousin
Something about the way babies smell,
a certain kind of universal purity that's both sweet and wholesome, the way a baby smells. . . Is like the shampoo of all the wings of the angels doused in bales and bales of Johnson n' Johnson's, Their tiny feet are the aroma of the miracles they are, it's like God took all the virtues, shook them in a milk bottle
and fashioned a raiment just for the occasion. . . The way a baby smells, is the heaven that shines in their tiny eyes. AR. :) © 2012 nathan |
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