Baby Sid

I love when mommy takes me places and swaddles me against her bosom, day after day. 
I love when daddy makes funny faces to me when I'm feeling alone and the skies are dark.
I love watching my mobile spin above my head, like Saturn's rings being toyed with by God's finger.
I love putting my mouth on things, as I find out how the world works that way. My favorite thing to suck on is the hand of my teddy from my first Valentine’s Day.
I love watching TV with daddy, as it helps me learn that people come in different shapes, colors, and sizes; and that not everyone is worth holding your breath for.
I love playing peek-a-boo. Where did you go? Did you disappear? Did you die? Did you leave me? Oops, nevermind, I just can't analyze the concept of sight yet.
I'm just a baby. A soon-to-be pioneer of the next day. Hopefully, I'll get a chance to become that. Maybe.
I love when mommy and daddy aren't yelling. Not only because I love them, but I like to have a moment’s peace.
I love how mommy didn't give up on me when she wasn't even in her 20s yet.
I love when mommy puts down the bottle and thinks over her life choices. Like I'd want her to. If I could tell her more directly. 
I love when daddy sometimes stops worrying about me and lets me sleep alone. I may wake up screaming occasionally, but there's no intruder, I can assure you.
I love to sleep on my belly. It's soft, and warm, and it's like I'm hugging my mother. Although, it does mess with my breath a little.
I love when my bed isn't too hot to sleep on. Or, my room isn't too hot to sleep in. I'd rather have both. I don't like sweating in my PJs.
I loved when my mommy considered taking her vitamins when I was in her tummy. She tried.
I loved when smoke didn't seep through the halls. It reminded me of the shadows that paint my wall when my night light is on. Monsters.
I loved when my ears weren't ringing from how many blabbermouths surrounded me. At the store, on the street, in my dreams.
I loved when I constantly didn't spit up my formula. When the acid inside of me didn't cry upon coming in contact with it.
I loved imagining myself to be bigger in my dreams. I hated being so little. Everything and everyone is gigantic compared to me.
Yes, I loved it. All. When I could breathe, babble, and crawl around. 
I especially loved how everything was hinted since I came out of her. I love a good puzzle. Big pieces or not.
Category:Reality
Category:Poetry