Whose face is so fair
that her eyes look blue
though they are brown

and bubbles fresh
and sits in me
like a nut in a shell?

Who knows, are we a galaxy
or a familial cell?

In what Sumerian babble,
wrapped for the night in a dark crib,
does she re-enact the hilarious encounter
with her body in the warm bath
and dada the dog
and bapa the grandpa
and her first complete sentence:
“Bye bye bubble down drain?”

Who is the inane reader
holding up one finger,
asking, “How much is one finger?”

Who bleeds for time
yet runs with her
into a bubble
and finds it interesting?

He who is without onus probandi,
a grandfather!
(grandmothers will have to write
their own riddles).