pure innocence wrapped in meek
spongy smooth flesh and chubby cheeks
imagine such celestial scent
remembering not—troubles went
vellus hair and cradle cap
sixty-four diapers and a nap
warm milk from a breast
weary eyes, my arms, we rest
helpless to your cooing call
under your spell we fall
nothing real save you
even your smile, above mine be true
between the labor of life and death
nothing so delightful as baby’s breath
By K. Osei