The cheeks are gone, nowhere to be found!
They must have escaped without any sound!
Last night, I’m sure I put you to bed
With two squishy mounds on each side of your head. (Well, face. But bed doesn’t rhyme with face.)
–
This morning without so much as a clatter
Two chubby cheeks vanished and thus left you flatter.
I’m in shock and awe. Why gods? What knife
Dost remove from this baby, the sweets of my life?
–
I’ll remedy this trouble by feeding you more
Milk and then Haagen-Dazs, fresh from the store.
Give me a week and I reckon you’ll get
Those plump, luscious cheeks back. Don’t worry, nor fret. (I’m telling myself more than I’m telling you, dear.)
–
And then you shall find me joyful. Amused!
From squeezing and kissing your face until bruised.
Smushie, you’re sweet and a lovely delight
Don’t stretch out and grow up! Stay little, alright?
Smushie, You’ll Always Be My Baby Girl!
Me vs. Gavin 