Sonnet: The Crying New-Born Poem by Dr John Celes

The baby new-born cries incessantly;
Oh, what a joy afills the mother's heart!
The baby's lungs get filled with air freely;
Relatives, smile and laugh till they depart.

But then, the baby cries so many times;
Its hunger pangs are first in list so long;
The baby wets and cries in changing climes;
Not always can its cries be drowned by song.

The growing baby cries in many styles;
The mother learns discerning them with ease;
The baby's sound then reaches almost miles!
It cries the most when adults try to tease.

So crying is the baby's language prime;
Its parents have an embarrassing time.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-05-2018