Amanda McClung

My Little Baby

My Little Baby

She’s the one I call on to go outside.
She’s the one I love to death, that’s no lie.
She’s never gone, me always by her side.
I wouldn’t know what to do if she died.

I talk to her when there is no one there.
Love it when she puckers her little nose.
I bare it all and she doesn’t even care.
When I am mad or sad, oh boy she knows.

She is my little baby, that’s for sure.
Oh how I adore her, like no other.
On a sad an rainy day, she’s my cure.
Oh how she thinks I am her own mother.

Oh I love my little baby CoCo Bean,
I hope there’s never an end to that seen.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 17, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 18, 2011

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