By Andrew R. Duckworth
That lady has given her child,
The screaming one in the stroller,
A strawberry shaved ice
And he’s getting it all over
His face and clothes
As she holds her phone above her,
Making her hair just so,
Pouting her lips
Like she could kiss the camera
She clearly loves so much.
I’m confident that if that child
Leaped from the stroller
She would have to take the picture
Before she leaped after him.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 