Crib Play in the Morning
The curious eighteen-month-old decided to try
To enjoy his crib, and play with his jeep one morning.
His mother slept in until nine o’clock,
But woke with a start.
Scared to death to look in the crib.
Then she heard squeals of delight
And realized he was sing-babbling,
Playing, entertaining himself.
She wisely did not scoop him up.
Instead, watched his play, smiling at him.
For another year he stayed in his crib
In the morning, and played with toys
And his mother happily slept late,
Catching up on tiny pieces of lost sleep
She had experienced the first few months
Of his life.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019