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Celon
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Celon
Momma told me, "Watch her now. And don't you leave her side."
My baby sister, newly born, who slept and pooped and cried.
I was grown! Six years old! And much too big to care
For a tiny, sullen little shrimp who watched me with a stare.
I didn't think that I deserved to stay inside all day,
And watch that stranger watching me, and not go out to play.
But Momma had the wash to do, and took off out the door.
I plopped upon the edge of bed, so sure that I'd be bored.
Those little eyes kept watching me from tiny baby's face.
Expressionless and chubby, her head outlined in lace.
At least she wasn't crying, I told myself again.
She might be small, but she could scream, and oh my, what a din.
I looked at her. She looked at me. So what was I to do?
All at once I got it, and jumped at her, yelled, "Boo!"
That dinky face did pucker. Her mouth dropped open wide.
She smiled! And then she chuckled. My heart swelled up with pride.
In seconds flat her laughter quite stole my heart away.
She became MY baby, a doll with whom I'd play.
The years slipped by too quickly! We grew up much too fast!
Companionship and love we shared are true and sure to last.
I think of her now dearly, though work keeps us apart.
That teeny, laughing angel face is rooted in my heart.
Sometimes in all the bustle, the hurry and the strife,
I think of how I babysat and earned a friend for life.
WHO WOULD EVER THOUGHT THAT AUNT CELON WOULD HAVE BEEN A BABY DOLL IN HER LIFE AS INDEPENDANT AS SHE IS TODAY.