this one

This one little girl
all giggles or screams
quickly balances
between the extremes.
it is not my intent
to judge or criticise her
my only dream
is to put in writing her picture.

she has a few spaghetti curls
but otherwise
she's basically made
out of tortellini.
her smile is a twisted
candy cane;
her eyes are liquidy chocolate,
her tummy is full of bananas.

her shoes come attached to thin legs
they're lollipops and she is changing the flavors
as often as you are changing your socks.
she does things all by herself
for which I am grateful and ready to kiss
her marshmallow cheeks.