The Youngest Family Member

 

The youngest family member is waiting for her tea,
She will not let you feed her, self confident, you see,
"I Love Mummy" bib, in place, suitably dressed,
Ready for the fun now, she looks to be impressed,
One year old, so clever, so much for her to do,
A little taste of everything and with spagetti too,
Spoon banging on the tray top, wriggling in the chair,
She really likes spagetti, it matches golden hair,
It wraps around the chair leg and slithers to the floor,
If you try to feed her, there'll be an all out war.

She shakes her bottle wildly, you feel impending doom,
You're in the line of fire, milk jets across the room,
It's not the spoon she wanted, it clatters to the floor,
Little hands are better for they can hold much more,
She isn't very hungry, a taste of this and that,
Throws the rest upon the floor, to feed it to the cat,
Chocolate yoghurt in her hair, food smeared on her face,
An hour to her bedtime, perhaps she'll wreck the place.
When her tea is over, with potato on her shoe,
She helps to clean the mess away, a baby wipe will do.

A foaming bath is just the thing, to clean the food away,
The youngest family member is not convinced today,
Spagetti in her golden curls, could never be a sin,
Our little angel lets us know, in a loud almighty din,
Bathed and powdered sweetly, ready for her bed,
She say's she isn't ready yet, you can go instead,
Little legs are wobbling, and then she takes a fall, 
Bored with the walking game she does the spider crawl,
She never seems to tire, she is playing peek a boo, 
With any luck she'll fall asleep, an hour before you do.


© February 2002

Carole A. M. Johnson

 

 

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