You-the purest pleasure br of my life, br the split pit br that proves br the ripeness of the fruit, br the unbroken center br of my broken hopes- br br O little one, br making you br has centered my lopsided life br br so that if I know br a happiness br that reason never taught, br it is because of your small br unreasonably wrigglish br limbs. br Daughter, little bean, br sprout, sproutlet, smallest br girleen, br just saying your name br makes me grin. br br I used to hate the word Mother, br found it obscene, br & now I love it br since that is me br to you.