Baby cakes and baby faces, and oh, the baby shoes with baby laces.
Baby blankets and baby socks; baby tick and baby tock.
Baby laughed, and baby cooed; mommy wept, and daddy swooned.
Baby this and baby that; baby peed and baby shat.
Baby came, and when she came, mama's brain went the way of rain.
But baby grew, and mama too, and now they laugh and are rarely blue,
but there are days--rainy and warm--
when mama's head still feels like a storm.