If I measured the decibels of your tears
I guess they’d be right up there with things
That you shouldn’t do to your ears.
I feed you with formula to keep you quiet
From a bottle that measures how much of it goes inside
If I measure your diaper I’ll know how you grow.
You know there’s other formulas too
So I’m going to work it out
The rules for setting you down without making you shout.
But the tears are loud so I pick you up again
And your ears are beautiful. Sweet little child
All of you is.
Written for ReadWritePoem #23 - unlikely couple - analytical father falling in love with his child