Baby Teeth

I wish I had a metaphor in mind for the single tooth bursting through my baby's gums
But all I can think about is my cat Chyna and how my tiny tiger made way for my little lion
I'll have new teeth to care for
I'll have new things to make not seem so bad
I have someone new to lay next to for five minutes just because they need me.

I miss my kitty, and I love my baby
Even though I'm almost 30 the whole thing seems early
It seems like I have oodles more growing up to do.

Still, when I look at my baby, I'm glad that I know how to work and earn
Glad that I'm not too good to hop on a bus and get where I'm going
I'm pleased that I know how to pray and give my cares away ... mostly away

She doesn't know what a fickle-minded goofball I used to be
She just knows that I kiss her until she smiles when I wake her up
and I make silly noises until she laughs
She knows that I make a fantastic pillow even when she's fighting sleep
And now she's learning that I'd gladly rub her gums as she gets in her baby teeth.