The Trouble With Babies
The Trouble with Babies
At times they look at me – these babies
Beaming in their innocence, yet trouble
Calls in wafting scent to come change me.
Could it be they do it just to taunt me?
A confederacy of babies
Bound up in the throes of growing trouble.
Bubble blowing, cooing, mounds of trouble,
Calling with those eyes to “uppy me”
And rock me in the paradise of babies.
I must comply, that is why, babies trouble me.
7/18/2014
contest – Tritina Challenge
sponsor – Craig Cornish
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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