Baby, Do Smile

His favorite stuff toy, he refused Then with a chocolate he also said: "No" A cone of ice cream, his milk, the more he cried Oh my poor little baby still weeping Bending down unto my knees, I did No talk but merely looking to his eyes Swooping him gently to my arms As I sway him lightly sweetly left to right His rattleness began to slow Gradually, his sobs turned to sniffs As I hear, "mama" he softly speaks Then there, my baby coos and smile at me By 8:23 pm 02/27/2014 ------------------ ----------------------