Baby Days

I was born at an early age, before I could even walk,
And I was making my parent's decisions, before I could even talk,
If I filled up my diaper, the smell could get real mean,
And I could never figure out, why my hinny needed to be powdered and clean,
Some of the food I was fed, well I would just spit it out,
And if I was unhappy, you would know it without a doubt,
Cause I thought you might just throw me out, when I began to cry,
But if you were telling friends about me, I was the apple of your eye,
And if someone had a camera, you would try hard to make me smile,
But that wasn't part of my nature, so I knew it would take a while,
I would rather hit the bottle, then a pacifier any day,
Still as small as I might be, I would always get my way,
Oh how I miss those baby days, when I did not have a care,
And every day was a fun day, with all the smells and noises I'd share,
But now as an adult, I surely would like to go back,
Just to see if you could burp me, or just have another panic attack.
Randy Stone 6-10-10