A baby’s love is unconditional
its smile a soothing balm
Eyes investigate, twinkle
fear it doesn’t understand
Its tiny fingers grip
with interest to pursue
A snooping tongue licks
while discerning clues
Clinging scents evaporate
running one step ahead
Time is never late
for baby to rest its head
Tears hurry for attention
also practical reasons
Mommy’s hands are a solution
any given season
Baby follows curiosity
Papa looks on from above
signs of harmony
and unconditional love
