Tiny beads of baby sweat
Atop her perfect nose
As she nurses
Then falls asleep, still attached.
Sunlight : faded cotton on her cheeks
Her face soft with peace;
All rounded edges,
She dozes while her sister plays doctor
Her shirt covering from the nose down;
As she operates on the sand castle,
Drinks water from the wheel-well of her
Brother’s Tonka truck.
It is innocent and beautiful – as they are –
In the warm afternoon.