Cry Baby

Vague are the memories of my very early years Most occurrences I know of are by second hand A chubby, round, baby with large brown eyes So chuck full of "dimples", that the nickname stuck At birth, I sucked on one finger, and then it was two! I cried a whole lot, they tell me, much more often than not These habits, became daily rituals that drove Mama up the wall! In hind sight, just maybe, I didn’t want to be "here" Somehow, my Papa understood me well And found ways to bring out in me, giggles, coos and smiles He calmed me with silly, elaborate and impromptu songs It seemed I'd listened intently, and very often fall asleep As I reached my toddler years, questions and the mischiefs flourished Curiosity ruled my days, and the constant crying stopped But sucking on two fingers must have comforted me somehow ‘Though threats to “cut it off”, became the norm It was soon realized by all, how useless they became And revealed to my family, how stubborn I would be, Through all the noise and alarm, I know that I was loved.