March 1, 2001 - rewrite Sept, 2001 Villanelle by Sue Pico
My baby grows in leaps and bounds. His sudden silence start my run... My little boy, you must be found! More silver streaks adorn my crown each time I catch his tottering bun. My baby grows by leaps and bounds. His "best bud’" rescued from the pound. They trade spit and wags of fun. So now my boy is always found at play beside the guarding hound, and days are full of brightest sun. My baby grows with leaps and bounds. In school he opts to play the clown. Thus "kid" friendships are well begun. These little boys can not be found! Now, silently, I miss the sound of "Mommy!" called out by my son. My baby grew by leaps and bounds. No "little" boy left to be found |