“A baby to visit! A baby to see!”
Each guest is for you, Love. Not one is for me.
“We’ll coo and contort for one joy-bursting squeal!”
I’ll keep watch while you play, my own antics concealed.
I’ll hold you upright while they chat and you stare,
Keeping still, since your guests have forgotten I’m there.
Don’t soften your thrill, Love. Don’t worry for me.
I’m content, though obscured. I’ve a baby to see.