Wednesday, April 6, 2011
I decided a while ago that I should write a poem about my adorable niece Mia, who is now teething. This is what came out. The pets in that household have no idea what's coming. She can stand on her own, and when she can walk--look out.
Lullaby for the Sentinel
Climber, curl up and dream,
close your weary, feline eyes;
around your lair, Baby prepares
a startling surprise.
Dearest Climber, sleep while you can,
for soon Baby will pull up to stand
and clamp her teeth to your distress.
Peace and calm will both be yours,
Climber, don’t be blue.
Bite-free days are coming soon—
but you must rest before they do.