Baby Sonnet #2

“Lament, O plushie sun with mirrored face!   Lament, O moon cross-stitched on my blankie!….” A sonnet about tummy time

Bee, Cup, Socks

“There is a bee on a stick   and that stick is in a cup….” A little poem about the beauty of little things

“I found a gateway in the forest, doorless,   Rooted in my mind's gut….” A poem about imagination and freedom

Breathing in, the Grim did say, “Come now to meet your end.” “I cannot die,” I said. I said.  “I cannot die,” I said.

“There is a mindful method to my play, An order by which all toys must abide….” A sonnet about a toddler’s playtime

“O Mother, I have hunger. Hear my cries! The night is long; come, sing your lullabies!….” A sonnet from the perspective of a newborn baby

“Oh, what cuisine doth here before me lie, Betwixt the corners of my penguin plate?….” A sonnet from the perspective of a picky toddler