It would be a catastrophe, If her mother is not in the Same room as her. Her Shrill cries would wake Everyone up. Her tiny hands would fist the air In hopes that it will bring Her mother back to her. The smile that adorns on her fragile, pale Face is too priceless. So much so that others Around her can't help but Smile happily and bless Her with the uttermost Sincerely. She would giggle pointlessly at others, revelling in their Happiness as it is contagious.
An unexpected visit by my sister brought along this poem as she brought her 7 month old baby with her. And she's priceless.