Sonnet: The Crying New-Born

The baby new-born cries incessantly; Oh, what a joy afills the mother's heart! The baby's lungs get filled with air freely; Relatives, smile and laugh till they depart. But then, the baby cries so many times; Its hunger pangs are first in list so long; The baby wets and cries in changing climes; Not always can its cries be drowned by song. The growing baby cries in many styles; The mother learns discerning them with ease; The baby's sound then reaches almost miles! It cries the most when adults try to tease. So crying is the baby's language prime; Its parents have an embarrassing time. Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-05-2018