It was your first outing by Ivan Donn Carswell
It was your first outing, or more rightly, our first outing with you. We were as proud as new parents could be, wheeling our son in the crowded Sunday shopping throng, glancing down again and again to reassure ourselves, and you, that we were indeed one, gazing in awe at your small face and trusting eyes, head encased in lacy cap, unselfishly sharing this consuming intimacy with everyone. When you could participate in the sights and sounds around you and sat erect commanding all that passed you ate your first ice-cream unaided. Your face was painted in rich, chocolate smears and your beautiful eyes devoured our hearts. © I.D. Carswell
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