Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

Teensy Tinesy Dancer made it.

Born yesterday after 24 hours of labor.

Perfect and humble.

Shady eyes searching the sudden lightness

finding the familiar voice of her mother

she settles.

New life,

Love and promise,

heartbreak and worry beyond belief.

But today she is just

Teensy Tinesy Dancer,

here at last.

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