No, I don’t like cars.
But now my bag is full of them.
And certainly
I don’t like the
‘ba-ba’… balón,
or to play futbol.
And no, my name is not ‘dadá’
or ‘dedé’,
or just a plain loud cry.
Nor do I like the perpetual chaos
and the mess.
Oh, boy, but how much I laugh these days.
: )
And how thrilled I am now
to see a helicopter
or a ‘cuac’,
la lavadora,
el coche
o el ‘guagua’.
And how scared I am
of your ‘cara de monstruo’
or your shark bites.
And how grateful I am
when you fall asleep
in my arms.
But more than that,
I am madly in love
with the perfect cabezota
that you have.
And I absolutely did love
the way you said today
‘ma-má’.
: )
