That day

Baby Girl was brave

Across the giant pit of balls,

Over the plastic, rugged stone wall,

My baby girl was going to climb to the top.

Up the stairs, over the net, she brought her best.

Until she dared to reach the summit, The Mouse Hole.

She made it to the top, but that tower was where her courage stopped.

“Mama, help me,” she cried. “I can’t get down.”

Mama, to the rescue; I was pinnacle-bound.

Over the plastic, rugged stone wall,

Up the stairs, over the net,

I brought my best.

I rescued

Baby

Girl.

Then she wanted to climb it again!