Our Hannah came to see me yestermorn.
Hannah? You will remember her I know.
You met her on the glad day she was born,
Our wonderful, pink bundled Hannah Jo.
Suddenly she is nearly six months old.
Plump as a boiled raisin she is, and so
Broadly smiling and excitedly bold,
Wanting so much to just get up and go.
We take a long stroll around the yard.
She uses her mother's strong legs and arms
To carry her there. The newfound sights bombard
Her blossoming senses. Hannah charms
The birds and bees as easily as she
Is enchanted by them. All things are new
For Hannah, and for her mother and me
The wonders are now seen with fresh eyes too.
Very soon, Hannah will be trying food
Other than her Mother's nourishing milk.
For Mother this is sad, for Hannah, good,
The fraying of those slender strands of silk.
The whole world is expanding before her
And she can see no good reason to wait.
Fervently inquisitive and eager
To open an inhibiting, locked gate.
won 6th place In You must have been a beautiful baby contest