Disclaimer: Animorphs is not mine. Don't sue me for this little flight of fancy.
Author's Note: I have not thought about Animorphs in quite a while, but this idea was calling to me, so I had to post it. This story is set in the peace time before the war with the Yeerks started, so I'm not sure I'm going to include any of the Animorphs characters. Anyway, review or e-mail me if you liked it, thought it was stupid, whatever. *BTW*, each chapter (or poem) really, I'll include a note on how old she is (they will go in chronological order, but may skip around) and, since Andalites mature a lot faster in thought and mind, how old she acts. Okay, I'm done yakking. On with the story.
Age: 1 and a half (2 or 3)
1- Stay Close to Mother
Mirian-Soforr-Corintiana
was a needy child
as her parents would say to important visitors
as though it were a prideful thing,
but it wasn't
So then the visitors would chuckle behind their backs
and say knowingly that
Nara-Saminor-Varielyl
and Nokur-Mideeran-Corintiana
were young
they were idealistic and in love
how should they know
how to raise a child in the proper way?
but they were devoted parents
When the vistors had come and gone
given the couple congratulations on their new little girl-
Sometimes at the scoop
around evening
when Mother was grazing and Father was at work
Mirian would nuzzle under her mother, tails touching
and when Mother would get tired of her clinging and hindering
Mirian would turn and reach up
to stroke Mother's cheeks in a big, loving kiss
which Mother would return
and cup her daughter's cheek
annoyance melting away
and said with love in her eyes
why do you want to spend so much time
with your old Mother?
Go out and play.
And so Mirian did.