A long time ago, far away, a wiggly baby dressed in a little purple-and-white striped number was handed over to me. She took one look at the tall, strange woman holding her and squinched up her face to cry. Who could blame her? But I quickly whispered to her that it’s okay, it’s okay, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Alexandra Lytton Regalado
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