pretty pietistic mini Mona Lisa
No emotion surge for papa /sister,
each drop ardour for tiny wonder
Ransack of home, in feat of fury,
pending for U later, not to hurry
Often wish to smash d' breakables,
but to bang items, U so delightful
U relish noise of dropped utensil,
to re-do d' same event ample zeal
In blank mind, I repeat an action,
open & click press jacket button
U toss treasured toys from d’ crib,
perturbed at loss, reel it back in
Sensation of loss wish to master!,
enthralled to see d’ ways my dear
So monotonous my life, I’m upset,
love to sit alone for long, in quiet
Even at school, in lonely lunchroom
away from pals, indeed
wearisome,
Daily life
puzzles hard to enumerate,
tough to ease
out, much time spent
U even sit unaided,
for time brief,
attempts at
posture, reality of life
Things you do over
& over again,
await varied outcomes,
all in vain
To realize items continue to exist,
even though often, U can't spot it
Innate a prodigy extant since birth,
never confused, behave quite smart
Reach, grab d’ toy, pull d’ blanket
no signs of cry, even mum has left
Trial's on for half hidden object,
composed,calm, ever with content
Giggle to see, own face in mirror,
greet no guest, all seem stranger
A pat on my back for a tidy work,
U too wish, be lifted up by arms
to begin a solid food’s confusing,
for d’ starters multiple questions
Can give U quietly hugs & kisses,
but food how much, what sequence
Pre-crawl motions, yet do thrill,
drink from cup with several spill
To poke at things, use the index,
laugh out loud, at play with kids
If I forbid it, U reiterate repeat,
palpate nose, eyes of other babies
Last for long the temper tantrums,
and just gets worse if one ignores
Pent up emotions, all angry energy,
hit pillow, thump floor for a release
Music creates,
effect of waterfall,
washes away stress shout and yell
Soft your feelings, I’ll care through,
your intense grief, part it from U
Wish to teach you intricacies of life,
do things on your own, U an artist
Grasped from U what life’s all about,
you just a miracle, make me proud
What’s d’ meaning of world to us,
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