A/N: This particular poem is written for the Freeverse Frenzie competition on the HPFC forum, poem 18.
Their Tender Little Child
4. Carbon Copy
He looked just like his father.
Already, a little tuft of black hair
could be seen
and the brown-haired mother laughed
and spiked it up
Because he really did look like his father.
She even had baby photos as proof
from in-laws that had long since passed away –
but their memories remained
and one day she spread those photos out
Along with the new ones she had took,
of her happy little boy shining bright
for the camera's lens
and trying to bite it open
if she left it too close
as all teething babies tended to do
And her husband came home that night
blushing like a child
as she "awwed" and "aahed" at the pair
they made
and their baby just oogled away
in his cot.