A poem for newborns
He cries and cries
And cries and cries
No matter the day
Not to mention the nights
He cries when he’s hungry
He cries when he’s full
He cries in cotton
And in 100% wool
He cries for his mummy
He cries at his daddy
He cries at two words
“Change” and “nappy”
He cries when it’s bright
He cries when it’s dark
He cries ‘til he stops
To let out a fart
He kicks and screams
As I pick him up
I hold his backside
And the volcano erupts
I’ve tried burping, winding
Changing, singing
A walk in the pram
Standing and sitting
Is it all too much
Has it been worthwhile
I feel I could cry
But then the little one smiles