She’s singing again
why can’t she understand me?
I know the others need her, three
but more so do I
so I get louder, why?
But need is in order
please pick me up
I’m more important
ah, I like that song
calm down, not for long
and that elephant sound
my screams, they will drown
goodie, my turn
a bottle, I earn
and her smiling face
my yells are erased
a cuddle or two
a whispered coo
rocking, swaying
I forget why
I cried.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Love it! Thanks, Sandra, for the baby’s view of life.
Thanks- putting myself in their shoes, or size as it were, helps me to understand them better too. I appreciate your response. Feel free to peruse my other poems.
What a great take on a baby’s view. It brought out maternal feelings for me and I thought of my son as a baby and feeding/rocking him. I do recall how quickly he calmed down right after being picked up (he turned 28 last week and these feelings are still fresh).