Baby Power Poem by sindey forte

Baby Power



Being born was great for me, 
 Though I can’t recall the chore, 
 But every year I’m pleased to see, 
 That it’s me they all adore.
My mom and dad stay close to me; 
 They claim to know me well; 
 They’re proud to know a celebrity, 
 And me, I know they’re swell.
They celebrate, they laugh and sing, 
 And gifts on me they shower; 
 I must have done a wondrous thing, 
 My birthday cries, BABY POWER!

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