Ella:

Look Mama, it's B'rack Obama!

He's our pres'n'dent.

Kinda like present, like at my birthday!

Two

These Two
Become
Friends, sure enough
I see it each
Day, and into night with
one on each side of me,
Heads on pillows or my chest
Both nestled, both held

Together,
still some pushing, shoving, taking, shouting
but now more
Playing
Sitting side by side
Hands held at times to cross or go
She wants him
to see what she sees
Try what she tries

He trusts her just larger hand
to take him there
and while he falls halfway
or misunderstands the
rules
He goes and most of all
Misses her
when she's not there.

One is fast and sharp and
burns through like Fire

and the other's touch
slowerly gentle
more careful and more earth

a longer hug there
and the other funny and fast
Strident and Fierce

and this gentler,
in ways, one
just Beginning
to find response
to this other's way.

Ella,

Where do you think Noodles
Come from?

Ah,

Scooby Doo, Mama.

Ella, Are You Sharing?

Yep,

All By Myself.

E...lla
I...saac
E...lla
I...saac

Oh!