Posted on Dec 21, 2011


The baby cries for food and drink
Whilst the adults wonder what she thinks
Why does she cry some of the time
Overtired is probably the sign

Then food comes her way
She kicks her legs as if in play
A big smile lights up her face
Gone are the tears without a trace

She taps the table all happy
Now she’s alert and snappy
But soon after the tears come back
Maybe she tired or a play-friend to lack

Out in the buggy for a walk she goes
The fresh air brings sleep to sow
In the land of nod is she
Where everything makes sense for her to see

Posted in: Poetry