He looks

With round face and clear

Dark eyes,

Smiling with a gummy grin.

He rubs his soft cheeks against

Mine and chuckles,

His warm baby-breath

A summer breeze on my face.

He dribbles down his chin,

Reaching imperfectly

With perfect hands

For what he cannot grasp.

‘Kicks his legs

With tomato-soft knees

And baby-burps a sour

Splurge on my shoulder.

Warm and reassuring,

I walk him in my arms

Reciting ‘The Shema’

In his lettuce-like ear.

Oh Judas,

You are such

A lovely baby.