when i was 2 and a half feet tall
smiling at everything
learning how to use my
ams, legs, fingers, toes
drooling kindly, generously
over everything
mastering walking, learning language
confused

cooing gently
at my hippy teenage sister
arguing
with my Reagan-ite dad
grinning innocent
at conversations
of oil embargos, and nuclear build ups
dancing, clumsy, to ABBA