Sweet Baby
Skin untouched by the world
Filled with bubbling bumbling wonder
Brimming with the stuff that summers were filled with
That cotton candy sticky kind of contagious joy
Handing out smiles like stickers at Wal-Mart
And indiscriminately friendly to strangers
Gumming the world away
Thinking it all tastes like peas and carrots
Smearing a bright eyed smile all over the canvas of your little world
And celebrating the miraculous invention of the blue plastic ball
When thrill costs a mere 88 cents plus tax
Wondering at the big people
Convinced they've all gone crazy
Heralding the morning with a smile
And coos that say more than I've said in a life time
You are mine for a time
My man
Little man