Baby teeth (haiku).

Baby teeth, you grind

softly; you dribble: eyes wide

at the thought of food.

Baby, you grasp with

chubby arms; arms like the fat

of the early world.

You smile, but frown

as you teeth; I soothe you with

smiles, rum and milk.

You clasp my finger

and play with my hair; amazed

at textures unknown.

One day, you'll have

your own babies with their own

baby-toothed smiles.

And one day, you'll

again feel the walls of the

world, in awe of them.

But you won't be trapped;
the world is your oyster; make
sure you flesh it out.

Walls cannot hold you;
neither can I; but baby,
please remember me.

Baby, I love you

like a loved-up artist loves

his unfinished work.

I love you like I

loved the bottle; I've now

traded vice for love.