I love to play with babies
And I’ll have one in the future, maybe
At this time in my life, I will not.
But here I am in class
in the hallway, on the sidewalk, in the grass
outside my house, and I’ve got
this bag of flower.
My teacher gave it so much power.
I would fail if I forgot
to carry her with me down the halls,
to protect her from falls.
In a basket that I brought
with me wherever I was able,
and she sat up on the table
baked her sisters into cookies and pies.
I love the ending of this poem; it is funny and creative, and the accompanying pictures are perfect. You were probably much more responsible with your flour baby than I could have been! Great poem :)
ReplyDeleteAngie I can't believe you baked your baby into cookies and pies! Not good parenting. But really funny anyway.
ReplyDeleteI like the pictures that you took. Also i find it really funny that you cooked your baby :)
ReplyDeleteLove the ending! Cracked me up cause I can completely imagine you being ecstatic for being able to cook the baby! Really good poem. :)
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