poetry LITTLE GIRLS IN PINK by Kristene Brown Swaddled in a nest of pink little flesh-bud faces flush
against the skin of mother’s instinct, bundled in the
lull of milk-sleep, soft sink into rose-patch cheek
the color of passivity everywhere, little girls in
tulip-shaped dresses and roll-back baby eyes, the
fuss and frill of pastel lace, a tiny hand grip
surprise, who would ever guess the strength
of that shade, the layers within the hue, in each
hospital nursery room the baby-cry of spring
bloom, bouquets of pink flowers for each pink
bundle, uprooted, plucked and placed into a ribbon-
tied vase, fisting against the air, rising tall and strong
as they do every year.
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