The baby

English poems

You cry

You call my name

So I’ll change your diaper dry

You shrill

Reach out your hand

For the bottle of milk I fill

You drool

You spit at me

When I would try to wipe your stool

You snore

You roll in sleep

You sleep like an adult and more

Thumb suck

It’s what you do

When from me you would want a tuck

No care

Though late at night

High above at the stars I stare

Fine here

Staying up late

‘Coz I enjoy when you are near

Hear me

I’ll just be here

To watch you grow up and be free

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