Stumble out of bed,
Fumble for a switch,
In the middle
of the night.
Cries all around from a hungry child,
A quick
pick-up from the cot,
Still very dreary eyed,
Onto the
breast,
And there's some quiet at last.
Then when she's fed
and happy,
Her little eyes light up,
And her sweet little
smile,
Makes all worthwhile.
Open up the nappy,
And gasp in surprise.
How can one so
tiny,
Create such a pile?
The sweet smell of baby,
Replaced
by a sickening stench,
But when he's clean again,
His sweet
little smile,
Makes it all worthwhile.
Carry a bucket of water,
Find the soap and shampoo,
Have
everything close by,
Baby is having a bath.
Check the water
and put her in,
Let her splash and play a little,
Then give
her a wash.
Its screams and shouts when its over,
And you
take her out.
But once she's dressed and warm,
You find
it's all been worthwhile.
Posted: 2007-07-01 13:10:09