So this is a poem entry which means it’s going to cover journal entries but in an artistic way! Can’t wait to share my poetry with ya’ll. These will not feature photos so the words can speak for themselves.
A baby is smiling in the corner of my eye, looking up every so often to exchange happy and excited feelings
Man to my right
Slightly awkward, I can accept this.
Dad’s in front sleeping, thanks for abondoning me on the plane
Glad for not being so far and having him in first row with me in back
Interrupted again, the baby boy has dropped a magazine and wonders if he does something wrong when I don’t smile right away.
Luckily, it recovers because that is youth.
-Leela Hamm, “The Blindian”
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