Your Baby

Ever wonder how the little ones have you wrapped around their finger?

In one month time, out I tear,

Ready to be your tearaway child.

 

I’ll not keep your schedule,

Run you late and to the ground,

Exhaust you. Confound you.

Turn the house upside down.

 

With deep satisfaction,

I’ll gurgle and giggle.

I’ll roll off of the mat,

And escape the child gate.

 

You’ll lament as I grin;

Affection is poured over me.

Toys are lavished upon me.

I’m your baby.

And I know you love me.

Author's Note

As always, please be honest :)

Reviews

[Peter H]

there is nothing bad i can say about this , it makes me smile and at the end of the day poetry was invented to envelop these feelings within one's soul i loved this poem :)

[Strawberry]

Thanks! I was rather concerned I may not have captured the feelings, not being a parent, pregnant or a baby... but glad it made you smile :)

[Brielle Cartny]

awww so cute!

[Strawberry]

Thanks very much :)

[Rossen]

Thumbs up, Strawberry D frog~

[Strawberry]

Thanks Rossen!

[Amy Azra Dean]

A sweet poem :) i like the choice of words you have put together, there are very descriptive, a lovely read :)

[Strawberry]

Thanks :)