Can You Guess This Job? 'U'

Warm fuzzy, squirmy, powdery smell.
Goo, goo music to my ears
Peacefuness, facial expressions galore.
Firm gentle grasp on my finger tip
Helpless devotion, personal satisfaction
Love grows every second
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Babcock Avatar
September 20, 2009 at 2:41 PM
Sound like a baby to me. God Bless Phyl
Strand Avatar
September 18, 2009 at 12:13 AM
Best wishes with this one Doris.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
Anish Avatar
September 17, 2009 at 12:53 PM
Well - let's hope it does! Thanks for your kind words - and keep writing. Sincerely yours Matthew Anish
Freeman Avatar
September 17, 2009 at 10:56 AM
My guess would be baby bath time, I don't see the baby being fuzzy tho, you were only fooling about that tho, hun! Lady glad to see a country girl and glad of it. Being country myself, I recognized all your eating habits, except one."'Scuppernong Smacking" Is that were you sop up all the liquid, you food has left in your plate, after all the solid food is gone, with a piece of bread? Have you ever tried Polk Sallet, or fried Polk Stalks, they are native here in ar, and grow wild, Moses
Dvorkis Avatar
September 17, 2009 at 7:33 AM
the powdery smell was the most helpful tip for me. Glad to see your enjoying this new experience, assuming this is a recent memory you're recounting for our benefit. Thanks for sharing. -Yoni
Lopez Avatar
September 16, 2009 at 8:04 PM
A mother would be my first choice or maybe a daycare worker....:-)
Golden Avatar
September 16, 2009 at 7:32 PM
Newborn nursery in a hospital? Yes, a mother is the obvious answer, but, the place where these precious babies first come into the world could be the answer! Nice work, Doris!
Kendrick Avatar
September 16, 2009 at 4:49 PM
It is the mother's job and if we just hold one we want one. Sara
Devonshire Avatar
September 16, 2009 at 4:29 PM
Sounds like a mother who truly enjoys the happiness a child brings to her. The "Firm gemtle grasp on my fingertip" is such a tender image. Indeed, for mothers "Love grows every second." What better job could there be than motherhood? Excellent poem, Doris. Thanks for this delightful read. Love, Carolyn
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