It’s time for another one of those poems which isn’t really a poem, it’s just that I’ve pressed Enter in the middle of a sentence.
My beautiful baby daughter
Your wispy hair smells a bit like sick
But then again, so does mine
Thanks to a slight mishap when burping you.
At least it’s something we have in common
Along with the fact you look like me.
People also say you’re beautiful, so
I’m going to take that as a compliment;
Although, no doubt, you’ll take it as an insult.
You’re a bit more alert now
Looking around, Blair Witch-style
Trying to make sense of what’s going on
And working out where the nearest boob is.
(I do the same.
Another thing we have in common.)
Also, just as an aside,
You seem to have smiled at everyone but me
Despite my best efforts, including
A high-pitched voice
Stupid facial expressions
But I’ll get my smile, of that I have no doubt
And in the meantime
I’ll just keep looking at you, my love.