My Soon To Be Child

A pure perfect mess of chaos mixed with joy That smiling face covered in dry milk The smile worth close to nothing The flow of that honey hair luscious to be silk Tangled up and sticky hands Grabbing a tiny chair you sit in Starting to sway to one side then another That skin color of mocha, them eyes of chocolate Them feet start to move slowly from left to right Besides the chair there lays a toy The laugh sounding so sweet you can taste You're pure of innocence Them hands so small that they can't hold on It seems Eternity is by our side Just taking time you knew no haste You stop them swinging, now just linger You look around with them curious eyes Holding tightly the chair Beginning to lean forwards n' you fall Sitting again on a tiny sticky chair Your small hands go through that tangled up honey hair Those milk chocolaty eyes met my fainted ones Now Eternity snaps his fingers, reality comes in You caused a whole demolition Putting them soft small sticky hands together Saying the most obvious thing I've ever heard " I no do that, it teddy auntie."