From playing peekaboo at breakfast time.
That smudge of blue under your chin
Is a reminder of the beautiful picture you drew, before you walked across it and it tore.
There's glitter in your hair
And if your sister sees it she'll know you were 'reading' her Valentine's cards.
There is a morning's worth of running and climbing caught in the jam around your mouth
And one clean cheek above which your blue eye shines with the mischief that meant we were much too busy to clean the rest.
You look, as always, perfect.
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