All That Is Ana

Where is my forever baby?
Your round cheeks are not as round
Your toothless smile
Has become a gap-toothed grin.
there are no more bottles,
no more training shoes
or stacking rings.

Now you fly on steady legs
in these butterfly days
of transformation.

You can reach the high places
climbing the chairs
of your world
to those points of mystery
no longer beyond your reach.

My little volcano,
bubbling over with desire
to do, to go, to get;
with each new day, erupting
into yourself becoming
all that is Ana.

You love to say hello to the rain,
and eat strawberries.
you are Ana who sings
on her blue swing.