Bearing Grace



Not just sweet, but silly too
What am I going to do with you?

Little munchkin of a child
Durababy, string and wild
Endearing even when you:re naughty
Visage both begrimed and snotty
Diaper dirty smells like thirty
Not yet old enough to potty

At the end of every day
Of important, busy play
Happy in my arms you lay
Once again all clean and pink
Milky bottle for to drink

Patting lovingly my face
All its contours you will trace
With your perfect little finger
On my smiling lips you linger…
Pity all who lonely miss
Loving close and warm as this

Bearing baby Grace, you see
Made a woman out of me


The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:

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