Babysitting
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Aria Adams, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2013
The cheeky faces turn to smile,
The mashed potato flies.
The vegetable sinks into my jeans,
And I give a sigh.
The water spills over the edges,
The bubbles climb up the side.
The wet feet toddle across the floor,
And they reach for the towels hung high.
The bright, red train travels across the floor,
The eyes of the little ones are drawn.
The fingers of one clasps around it tightly,
And the other lets out a cry.
The pages of the story book are turned,
The blankets are tucked.
The teddy bears are hugged,
And so begins the drooping of the eyes.