Baby Brothers

©1989 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Leah Hetteberg on Unsplash

What do baby brothers do?
Mine eats and sleeps and goes poo-poo.
He doesn’t play a single game,
He doesn’t even know my name
or his name, either. Not at all.
He stares right past me when I call!

Dude can’t sit up for a piggyback ride –
just lays there on his back or side.
He spits up milk and spits out drool.
(Not one of those two things looks cool.)
He goes cross-eyed – that’s pretty sick.
But so far, that’s his only trick!

Mom says he’ll grow up soon enough
and learn to do all kinds of stuff.
But how much longer will it take?
He’s one month old, for goodness sake!

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