Not Really Childs Play Comments

Lovely. Lol. I will tell her/him when he she/he is all grown your dad described you as a commodity from Ikea. Beautiful poem.

It's serious business to keep that little life-flame burning, but it brings out playfulness in us. Mother or not, we all have mother reflexes. Its night sobbing will pierce you to the heart. For the first few months always keep an eye out; Be careful what it might stuff in its mouth.