I loved the round belly on my baby Smush (11)
It used to be bigger to match her plump tush. (11)
But then she stretched out, and so did her tummy.
Hugs became puny, not nearly so yummy.
One thing had remained, though. Her huge appetite
Still flourished and shined like a beacon of light.
The question I ask “Would it be fair for me
To stuff those sweet cheeks and grow back that belly?”
I gave her a burger today with some fries,
Believing the meal was too great for her size.
She hoisted the burger with one hand, then two.
I pitied the cow when I heard it go “Moo!”
“Calories!”, the reply, of the question “What
Could recapture my glee when tickling her gut?”
Bring burgers and fries, with some hotdogs and cheese
‘Til my Mushie’s a Meatball again! Oh, please!
Am I nuts for wanting to squeeze baby pudge,
Before Smush grows up and gets lanky? Don’t judge
Me for relishing and savoring this time.
She’ll mature so quickly, then show me that I’m
a silly old man holding on to memories.