Ut Ut Ut. Tha.

I want I want I want. Thank you.
I want I want I want your spoon
your cup the Cheerio on the floor,
to palm it and feed you. Thank you.

I want I want I want you to hold me
I want I want I want your neck into shoulder
where I rest my face, grab onto you;
I say, “Awww” and you do, too,
I pat you and you pat me,
the point of your chin rubbing
the hair no hair on the back of my head.
Thank you.

I want I want I want to be a bigger boy
I want I want I want you to see me
running, lifting my push toy,
pivoting with it, slamming it down.
Hear me make noise! Witness
my feats of strength! I am not a baby.
Thank you. I want I want I want
you to pick me up again,
only you I want I want I want.

I want to be here. I wanted to come here.
Thank you.