He looks
With round face and clear
Dark eyes,
Smiling with a gummy grin.
He rubs his soft cheeks against
Mine and chuckles,
His warm baby-breath
A summer breeze on my face.
He dribbles down his chin,
Reaching imperfectly
With perfect hands
For what he cannot grasp.
‘Kicks his legs
With tomato-soft knees
And baby-burps a sour
Splurge on my shoulder.
Warm and reassuring,
I walk him in my arms
Reciting ‘The Shema’
In his lettuce-like ear.
Oh Judas,
You are such
A lovely baby.
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