An ode to 18 month old Aura

Sometimes she can play with her food
Sometimes she can get dirty
Sometimes I can let my hair down
I guess sometimes she can play with her food

Sometimes she can fall and rise on her own
Sometimes she can cry and cry and scream
Sometimes I can let my hair down
I guess sometimes she can play with her food

Sometimes she can sit on the dirty floor
Sometimes she can eat food from ground
Sometimes I can let my hair down
I guess sometimes she can play with her food

Somedays she can be just her without imposed pretensions
Somedays she can be just a baby without any other identity
Somedays I can let my hair down
I guess somedays she can play with her food