Reality: A Book of Poems

her baby

her chubby face glistened with cream
her emerald eyes want to make you scream
her amber hair and the smell she leaves in the air
her giggle when she gets tickled
The way she dances when she plays
or squints her eyes when it rains
when her tiny baby hand presses to your cheek
and the way she hides is so meek
you can't help but let your heart melt
Because unconditional love is all you felt
when she sings her favorite tune
you can't help but watch her till noon
the way she thanks you for everything you do
it makes you wanna be a baby again too