Small Friends

by Tori P.

Being with kids is my favorite thing.

If a mom needs a sitter, she’ll give me a ring.

I arrive at the house, anticipating what will happen,

Next thing I see, sister took brother out of his play pen.

All she wanted to do was play,

But he did not see it that way.

I take the baby, cuddle him, and calm his crying,

Wondering what else the night shall bring.

We all play and have snacks,

That’s when I smell something… crap.

I then change diapers, and when they’re all clean,

Sister begins to ask why the grass is green.

They play twenty questions as if I’m all-knowing,

But it warms my heart to watch their brains growing.

The night’s almost over and I don’t want it to end

Being a baby sitter brings me the best of small friends.