Bag Babies


I was seated in a car,

but we weren’t driving.

Mysterious man with me,

Alhireth-Hotep; I suspect Thee.


Bags were on the road,

Babies popped out.

Yes, my mind is weird

but it makes me proud.


I stepped out of the car,

this I had to see!

But a black man with a gun,

was halting me.


I tried to ignore at best,

I had to take the babies

away from this evil man,

and I looked at the bag;

another popped out!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

"Useless Statistics"

by Jeph Johnson

Why do they always think

we want to know

how many pounds and ounces

a newborn baby is, 

yet they never report

the circumference

of the mother's vagina

for reference

so we can compare?

Author's Notes/Comments: 


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She's a nonviolent

aircraft carrier

For her babies

a protecting barrier

Making life for


a little merrier

-saiom shriver-


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Nature / Folder 1




you may 

love her

hate her

curse her

leave her

hit her

rob her

hurt her

lie to her

cheat her

ignore her

belittle her

betray her

slay her

degrade her


but the fact is,


you came into existence

asking to live,

and she had many opportunities to run from you,

and erase your life,

and she did not run from you,

 and so therefore, no matter how much you 

are tempted to blame her

for your own unhappiness,

the blame will always be shared with one other 









© 2013





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Babies Breath

Nature / Folder 1

On a blistery hot day,

After the wash is done,

After the floors are scrubbed,

And the beds all have fresh, clean linen,

The plants are watered,

Dinner is on the stove,

The garage has been swept and hosed down,

And cats all have clean litter boxes,

Weeds are pulled,

And diaper pails emptied,

The car has been washed,

And all garden tools neatly arranged and in their place,

You shuffle down the steps,

And hold him close,

His face against yours,

After a his long nap,

And the sweetest thing,

You have ever felt in your life,

His tiny little hand,

“Pat-a-patting” your tired shoulder,

Same way yours has done him.

The sweetest thing,

Baby’s breath,

The sweetest thing.



© 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem speaks of one of the many moments in the joy of motherhood.

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Newly Born Babies

Newly born babies

coming out into the world,

their life has just begun.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this.

Please let me know what you think!

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Baby animals

Baby animals

scampering around the world,

they are full of life.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this during the spring, as I was watching some baby animals in my backyard.

Please let me know what you think!

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Innocent, dependent
Scooting, crawling, walking.
Loving without a doubt.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please let me know what you think!

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Little tiny,
baby girl.

A little tiny
drug baby.

Her mother was
on 3 different drugs,

when she was
pregnant with Alexa.

It takes 6 months
for the drugs to

exit out of
her system.

No baby should
start life having

to go through
something like that!

She is in pain
every single day,

you can see it
on her face,

she almost always has
a frown on her face.

I want to help her,
make the pain go away,

but there is nothing
really, that I can do.

All I can do is love her,
and care for her.

Alexa is a cutie,
and I feel so much love

inside my heart,
and all I want to do

is hold her against me,
and hug her forever!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem about our current foster baby. I think it is finished. Please let me know what you think!!

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