Poem For Mel

 something about the little face
 i feel like i need her in something compact
 carry her around in my purse
 (if I had a purse, that was).

 something about the wider eyes
 i'm looking into glass
 and water ponds
 in forests
 with a nearby mindless princess
 and a wiser toad
 i feel like i'd like 
 a sample in a jar of her
 to keep next to the photos
 and the knicknacks, tchotchkes
 and my little aquababy (named max).

 i saw her first
 i thought
 but maybe not
 and knew on a bus ride
 that i'd like to wrap something up
 like a puppy - give it to her
 just to see the shocked smile
 like an explosion
 rocketfirecracker
 face.

~Maggie