Baby Sitter
I watch her sleeping a helpless rose without me
Like a man watching her sleeping wife
Her life looking innocent and scary
I then change diapers
She hates diapers
But she cries when you don't remove them
And mourns as you remove them
Just like her mother
Then we play games together
I act her age to win her love
I prepare meals and feed her
Like my bride on the wedding day
With these forty years i am making soon
Her twenty years makes me that
Her baby sitter
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