They loved us. bathed us with kisses and sweet words. We were helpless, small. They took us to the mall. brought cute outfits for us to wear. paraded us like models on a runway. We were handsome boys, beautiful girls. They loved us. But when the day came and we were no longer babies. They long for a new one!
Copyright 2011 John Yona Davis
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
Mothers you need to love us after were no longer babies.