Friday, July 8, 2011

Four (or 'Her third birthday")

There's something I love
more than three.
I feel no guilt.
Don't misunderstand me -
three has been good to us
for quite some time
now.
But, as I regard
my mirror's reflection, and
my slowly swelling figure, I
also realize that
four is
much, much,
more.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2o11.

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