The Baby

• Leyla Cefai, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Her lip starts to quiver, eyes start to drip.
In no time at all there are tears like a river.
The baby glows red before she lets out, an ear splitting scream.
She's so loud, silence is a dream.
Everyone's heads are pounding.
How someone could cry for so long is astounding.
What is wrong with the baby, what does she need?
A cuddle, a toy or maybe a feed.
I'll sing her a lullaby and wrap her in a blankie.
I rocked her good night so she's not cranky.
Peacefully and comfortably, the baby sleeps.
I love the quiet there's not a peep.