by Chamnongsri Rutnin
Photo: Happymom33
The baby laughs
Milk-soft hand
Reaching out
To grasp
The sparkling riders
The starry laughters
The sunshine glitters
Atop the dancing ripples
The mother frowns
Brown thoughts
Reaching out
To gauge
Cold secrets
Of chilled depths
Murky mud-bed
Do water weeds
Even grow?
The baby doesn’t care
The mother doesn’t know