The baby sat sucking on her fist.
No fancy tea for her,
No Starbucks favor of the month.
The cookie was torn apart
In minute crumbs for incoming ants.
She sat down on that diapered bottom,
Refusing to budge. Pay attention to me-
She seemed to say. Come down to my level.
Picking at the dirt, she is more real than I.
I just pretend to be a grown-up.
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