We sat on a Telletubby blanket the first time
I held you
and you weren't bigger than a box of cereal.
You grew up in front of your two big sisters
faster than they were prepared for,
but you turned out the best, didn't you?
That time you fell over in front of the congregation
was the most terrified I've ever been
because I'd fight any god that tried to take you from me.
You probably hate hand-me-downs more than anything
but I smile when I see you in my old t-shirts;
maybe a commen garment of clothing will be
enough to let me read your stories one day.
You burn through books more than any 451 fireman-
all your pages flipped through a dozen times,
but gentle all the same.