babyish blubbering beyond the brink
crazy crying in the kitchen sink
dubious dabbling in the dugout
eager eating silenced with a pout
furious flitting among the flowers
groveling garden grubworms giving glowers
heretics hitting heroic heights for hours
igniting iguana’s ideas in spring showers
So delicate she is... her skin as soft as a silkworm
That nose so small... that of a tiny two-hole button
The hair- she wears, is as fine as a spider's web
Her vocabulary is but one word..."Ba-ba" - bottle
... What I hear is- "Da-da!
Those ten little Indian toes smell wonderfully babyish
Even after she went to the market!
With a careful touch I hold her gracefully in my arms
and I watch her stunning emeraldlike eyes slowly close
Then, as quietly and as delicately as I possibly can,
I raise her to my lips, and I plant a kiss lightly on her chubby cheeks
I then, judiciously, with a gentle hand...
rest her perfectly shaped head upon her mushy down pillow
In a soothing voice I sing to her... "You Are My Sunshine"
Within seconds- just like that, she falls asleep
She wears a wee genuine pretty smile...
And then magically, in her sleep
I hear her in her meek little voice
She speaks- And what I hear again are those...
marvelous, glorious, magnificent two-syllable words,
"Da-da"
Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!
Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
Sugar daddy says,”
So gorgeousness like my last daughter
And my first granddaughter.
My wife complains daily but she is bulkiness.
Shame does not swill out,
I ‘m cleaning my blood
And breaching a boorish teen girl.
She desires a person
like her daddy,
Cash closed her sight.
I ‘m like a babyish,
And she calls me,
Come babe-baby.
She always says, ‘
Love doesn’t get old;
Ready money doesn’t have
Disgusting Odour.’
She has long teeth to bite
Big birds on the baobab.
She does not get healthy food
But diseases,
Destroying without delaying.
Go well in hell,
Brainless dearest.”
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
December 2015 in the book called
Remember Your Roots /
Pure milk and honey in Africa only
We nicknamed her ABW – my cousins and me.
Never told her what it stood for, but she never asked.
She was delighted to be included, for we were a party.
Six wild cousins, thinking up spur of the moment fun.
ABW was thrilled whenever we invited her to our shenanigans.
An only child, she had no one to poke her in the eye or pull her hair.
We gladly filled in these gaps, claiming her as an honorary cousin.
ABW stood for Albino Butterfly Woman, weird, since she was a girl.
She grew into the name, however, and became a scientist.
Studying butterflies in rainforests and exotic one-of-a-kind islands.
We must have been psychic I told my cousin Crazy Little Jimmy.
I thought ABW stood for A Babyish Whiner he replied.
This guy has so much TV fame
Pouty and sad who throws a baby fit,
I don’t believe I have to name….
Babyish twitter who makes me grit.
I devour my food
not in dainty bites
Slicing it savagely
with my tiny babyish teeth
guzzle my drink
a glutton I am
living life on the brink
of enjoyment
showing off my long teeth roots
and my tiny gnashing power
My husband and I are arguing, and it is loud and proud.
We could walk around stomping and mean, under a sad rain cloud,
But we have known each other since first grade, with dear Mrs. Stroud.
When we disagree we turn into five-year-olds, loud and proud.
Others might not understand thinking our marriage is ready for a shroud,
These babyish ways work for us, so please forgive us when we are loud.
And get out of our way and give us some space when we get proud.
To honor the mother who raised him
the baby that grew from baby to baby
collects a bus full of baby dinosaurs
and goes with them in pitches to play
Asked why he loves baby dinosaurs
he answers back with silent arrogance
“I am a dinosaur in mind, body and soul
babyish as me I like their blind company
They are best toys that ever lived on earth.
Under my control I play with them freely.
They obey me and act without objection.
Virtue or vice, they are busy for me gladly
When I move with them in a caged bus,
each a tag of sport I scatter them to play,
playing without care they give me results.
drowsy humans gape at them score goals
Among them I am the only one with soul.
None of them possesses any mind like me
I take advantage of their sly creature-hood,
to build my empire with fools among fools
Wide eyed wonders, passing crayons on the down low
Blamelessness because they think nanny is too preoccupied to press charges on cookie theft
And You'd Torture kids, with punches to their noses till you got the bloody knuckle
Yet You've got A deceptive young mind
You're meek-fullness guards these illegal violations
Now you get temper tantrums when you don't get the dwink from your sippy-cup
You start acting babyish because you couldn't nap nap with pwitty pwincess
You said bad words and did bad things
mommy wasn't watching
But you got caught by nanny and she says,
"timeout for life and
spanky till death!"
Mommy finished the fairy tale ,this is the end.
Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface
O do give me more loveliness, with red lace!
Such innocent eyes,
Cunning and wise!
The age of that baby girl
Revolved around two in our world
Yet, she was an attractive one
Charming one, magnetic one
None could get jealous of her beauty
Except beauty itself in all simplicity
If she was hungry, she ate like a bird
If she was thirsty, she drank only curd
If she fell while running, she stood and smiled
If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled!
Dressed in her favourite red dress,
She listened to old stories on her mattress
And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord
And how it is like in his peaceful abode!
At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair
Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!
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