Baby Brother

• Rory Davis, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

As he first came home I was jumping for joy,
He was bouncing and bubbling in the back.
Now I hear crying as his wobbly head bangs the back of the car seat,
But then laughter as he sees his mother's face.
Splattered soft sauce on the ceiling,
He throws it around as he rejects unfamiliar food.
His favourite toy speaks to him as he falls asleep.
But now he's awake, no-one around and he is very scared.
His first bottle is about to die while more boiled bottles bounced on the bench.
Always as cute as a kitten,
Always a rat when he eats.
His cheeks are as soft, as plush cuddly toys,
And he is always a sloth when he sleeps.
Archie amazes me every day,
First he was smiling now he can suppot his own weight.
Now he's almost six months and nearly half my size,
My little baby brother means the world to me.