His face is grubby,
His hands clutch
A precious teething ring,
He looks up to everyone
With a hopeful smile.
He crawls across the rug
Viciously, digging toes deep,
Pumping chubby thighs,
Expending his all to reach
The elusive goal.
On hardwood floors,
He's even faster,
Skimming along on his belly
Adding his milky saliva
To the wood's shiny patina.
His fuzzy head bobs along
As he traverses the floor.
Finally he halts, having
Caught up at last
With his big brothers.
His joy is short-lived;
The older boys
Have lost interest in these toys
And head out to the living room,
Leaving him to follow.
