Seeing Babies
This one has flopped its tired body
across my chest I caress
Its damp curls Its hot cheek
That one In the corner
Stands silent Looking
I cannot move my own eyes away
from the direction of its glance
Last night the room filled with them
Rolling and cuffing each other
I would not be irritated
I could not tell them Quiet! It is night!
I chatted along with them
Into the dim I tracked their laser sparks
The dribble of their bubble wands
Their red haired darting
Their babbling glitter
Now they seem to have bounced away
But still I hear one thinly whimper
Oh I say to my daughter
Do you hear that baby crying?
It’s just a kitten’s meow She says