Dressing Up Like Mommy

Enraptured by all things "Mommy"
Her chubby little cheeks are taut
Concentrating on getting "her" necklace over head
Grinning capriciously
Shoving tiny toes into "her" giant unicorn slippers
Delight with her cleverness
Turns into a cascade of giggles
Hers, mine, Daddy's, brother's
We all crease up and belly laugh it out
She is so enchanting that
When the laughter dies,
There is permanent frost on our hearts


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