little goldenhair

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Artist Notes

© 2010 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved I’m Glad You Are Not Mine I’m glad you are not mine, little goldenhair, despite the fact that your constant smile is like the pale, late winter sun casting highlights on a dreary landscape. Even though you coo and chatter with delight, Neanderthal syllables pouring from your mouth, I’m glad you are not mine. To see you playing with a shoe as though it were a fresh invention of the gods is to witness the dawn of discovery, yet I’m glad you are not mine. To borrow you brings much delight but, sweetest girl, I have served my time in the trenches: cuddling, suckling, diapering, lullabying, drying tears and runny noses. I have been discharged – relieved of active duty – from day-to-day soldiering, armed with cornstarch powder, wipe’n’dipes, plastic cups and pureed food – I’m through. I will save a special place in the reserves for you. Still, baby girl, I’m glad you are not mine. © 2010 RC deWinter