Jeandré, Six Months Old Poem by Margaret Alice

Little Kewpie Doll in his mother’s arms, little
body square, gurgling as he looks at me, only
six months old I’m told, adorable as can be

I’m enchanted by small babies, more beautiful
than elves and fairies, I’m smitten by this last
one, holding him and stroking

His downy, satin-soft hair a heavenly sensation,
even more enchanting to watch his rapturous
elation while he consumed his bottle of milk

He watched his mother trustingly in complete de-
light, his little world a paradise of baby needs
fulfilled, would that we could have

Babies that remain in this enchanting stage for
a complete age, never growing up to just be-
come another human being, all messed up