A baby’s toddled
Into our house
Blonde curly locks
And stubby legs
She smiles lemons
Fragrant oranges
Traces of sea salt
And two new teeth
She’s being weaned
And behaves badly
A cyclone of sorrow
Flung on our floor
We love her screams
Laugh at her tantrum
Because she’s someone
Else’s unhappy baby
When she departs
In her father’s arms
Our eyes waltz in time
Our babies now drive
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