Babysitter
She lived just behind us
on the cross street.
We were young and poor,
our children, mere babies.
Now, our youngest is 48,
she's a bit older.
We're approaching senility
but she remembers . . .
changing diapers,
heating formula,
bedtime stories,
and fried bologna sandwiches.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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