Oh, So Cute
Once upon a time, I was an only child,
for eight lovely years, it was all about me,
then it happened, the most terrible thing ever,
my Mom gave birth to a bouncing baby boy.
She soon came home from the hospital,
hugging her bundle of joy close to her heart,
I peered into the bundle, honestly what was the,
big deal, he was wrinkled up like an old prune.
As the days past his cheeks grew chubby,
he had soft, wispy hair on his head and his body
filled out all cute, just like the Gerber baby, at least
that is what everyone would say when viewing him.
Gosh, why did he have to be so cuddly,
always cooing and laughing with those bright
eyes of his, blowing bubbles and taking every ones
attention, and why, oh why did I love him so much.
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January 19, 2013
Poetry/Narrative/Oh, So Cute
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