Look at the world
through my nine month old eyes
You will see an interesting world
of funny adults and all the spice
I wake up when I think I should
and get to eat just as I would
Spitting and pooping where I can
I love this world that I live
All the wonderful things that I see
Once in my mouth I find its taste
Especially the tiny speck of dust, hidden
in the corners is something I hate to waste
I explore the world and do my share
Sneaking on my fours night and day
Through the tiny space between the sofa and the chair
I crawl into unseen areas and find my way
Language of cry is my choice weapon
Helps get the right attention
From the people called mommy and daddy
Who fall over me in apprehension
When I need my comfort and hug
Mommy is the person I go say
In her arms, I cozily sleep and tug
With dreams and plans for another day*