the first baby, so loved
and wooed over,
cradled
and rocked. the room painted
a sweet hue
of blue or pink
to get the show started.
the mobile
hanging from the ceiling
above the crib
swinging gently to a
music box.
already books
are stacked for reading.
stuffed animals await.
the center of the universe
is here.
but the second child,
or third,
or even fourth will get
a different deal,
and be better for it.
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