It is a little ironic that one thing a babysitter should not do is sit on a baby.
I've been getting ready for Poetry in the Halls again. Somehow all those poems and all that thinking inspired today's poem.
WHILE I'M OUT
by Tabatha Yeatts
While I'm out, please look after
this baby poem. I'll only be in the other room
watching tv, but I'm hoping she does some
growing in my absence
Keep her away from knives
and don't let her stick her fingers in the sockets
even if she gets on your nerves
repeating herself over and over,
nagging you to pay attention,
and not having anything to say
Play with her --
she likes nursery rhymes,
songs of all kinds,
and try to feed her --
anything is fine,
she may not have teeth
but she manages to chew
Call me if she does anything
If she won't stop crying,
because I'm gone
I've been gone before and she has never
even seemed to notice,
so if she misses me,
I'll come running back.
Writing the World for Kids has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Laura!