A Poem by Baby

My Bowl
 
My bowl is a wonderful thing
I use it as a teething ring.
 
I like to wear it as a hat.
Sometimes I throw it at my cats.
 
I like to drop it on the floor.
But then my Momma says, “No more!”
 
But when I bang it on my tray,
Momma says, “That’s okay.”
 
But the best thing my bowl’s used for
is holding squash and carrots and apples on my tray.
 
And when Momma feeds me from my bowl,
I get excited and squeal, “More!”


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Romans 12:2

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is – his good, pleasing, and perfect will.

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