Baby Love

We’ve a baby in the house
That’s what they call her “Baby baby”.
You can hardly see her . . . just a tiny face.
We peer at her transfixed . . .unable to move away
Don’t lick her . . .don’t lick, they say.
But we are bewitched, awestruck, waiting and watching her
Sleep and wake.
We’ve a baby in the house.
We’re thrilled . . . sitting up she smiles and squeals.
Reaching out to us with busy hands and feet
Glowing, trembling with love we receive our first embrace.
Mind her face, they say, mind her face.
But we stand mute, amazed
Enchanted … enslaved.