Baby's First Chore

Mom and baby, in the rain; Arms hold babe and dog on chain. No umbrella – getting wet; Not a one appears to fret. Walk to corner – garbage pail Plus a box to drop the mail. Mama hands her tot a bag, Small enough for babe to snag. Then I realize what’s inside – Poo their doggie has supplied. Baby holds it gingerly Then lets it go with practiced glee. It hits the sidewalk near the can. Mom bends down, like that’s the plan, Then chucks it in; they turn around To their apartment, homeward bound. City baby’s done her chore Like she has likely done before And I proceed for my last mile, Plastered with a city smile.