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.
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