A/N: This particular poem was written for the Freeverse Frenzie Competition, poem 26.
Their Tender Little Child
10. Baby Crying
There weren't many things
that could tear her from those cries
of her adorable little child
in need
For food,
a change,
a nap,
or maybe just some well-meant
attention
But her husband's howl of pain and anger
was one of those few things
And so she went to him,
leaving the child to occupy himself
with the armaments of his crib.
Her husband glanced at her
as she approached
but did not do much more.
Instead he turned back,
and she followed,
To the crying babe once more,
and she held her husband
and he their son…
A family, where their comfort
was so heavily built
and they, the three of them,
all basked
in its silent glow
For a long moment more
before their baby cried again
and the adults spoke.