THE BABY

She looks so innocent

She smiles, she giggles

At every rhyme, she innocently and honestly

reveals her excitement

Until something pinches her belly,

She plays, she entertains, she eats and she sleeps.

Her laughter looks so adoring

So peaceful, without strive nor turmoil.

Her dimple, though almost invisible, is a measure

of the euphoria within, calling Mama to duty when disappearing,

finding its level around the soft cheeks.

Baby sleeps while Mama cries, and cries while

Mama has got only a nap.

Mama feels concerned at the sound of her thin yet loud cries

She pulls out the nipple no matter who is watching.

She sucks, she swallows until she’s got her fill and overtaken by sleep

When hunger pangs strike, she cries

When she’s pained and afraid, thinking Mama is far, she cries

When she wants to sleep, she cries

Awakening from sleep, she cries

She cries aloud, ready to increase the tempo, not minding who is sleeping

Or at what time of the night it is.

She communicates when she cries

And gets angry when no one understands her.

But no matter how much or when she cries, a baby is still a bundle of JOY.