The journey of gloop!


The spoon goes in
and comes out clean.
The food is gone
and can't be seen.


Some is orange
and looks like soup,
to ignorant eyes
it looks like gloop.


Aiming for mouth
sometimes tricky,
when baby chooses
to be picky


and bats the gloop
far far away. 
A mess to clean
another day.


Some gloop makes
eternal mess.
Banana seems
to stain the best!


And when this stuff
comes out their ends?
We'll save that
for another poem my friends!!


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The back story....


While feeding my little girl who is now 11 months old (I don't know where that time went!!) I got to thinking about the feeding process. 


It was that simple!!


Enjoy!


Rachel

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