Thursday, 27 February 2020
Ode to My Daughter by Naomi Elana Zener
My little baby girl how cute and lovely are you,
But you leave me wondering about the strange things you do.
At first I was amused when you tried to feed from everyone's breast,
Now your lack of discretion is worrisome, please give it a rest!
Your appetite insatiable, your vaccuum mouth pressed to my cheek,
No milk will it yield but of your drool my face now reeks.
With an angelic smile on your middle finger you fervently suck,
And while it's cute as a baby, please know it's not a symbol of luck.
We thought it adorable when into your mouth both fists you inserted,
As an adolescent girl a party trick not to be displayed or blurted!
Your baby crack pacifier satiates your oral tendency,
Before you grow up you must lose that dependency.
Like a volcanic symphony your bowl erruptions are perplexing,
Finding feces everywhere but your diaper which we find quite vexing.
Lifting your skirt up as cute as it may be,
Is no longer ladylike after the age of three.
While your smiles and giggles are simply heaven sent,
Understanding your peculiar behaviour leaves me quite spent.