My Baby

Simply put she is my baby and my baby she always will be I’ve known that from the moment she grew inside of me But life has a way of moving how quickly the changing zephyrs whirl where once crawled my little baby now stands my little girl. “She’s your little girl!”, says my mind As it tries desperately this knowledge to impart.. But I’m not always listening “She’s still your baby!”, says my heart. And at every stage in her life my mind and heart shall disagree… Young woman, woman, mother She’s still my baby to me. And I imagine this is to be my destiny the way it always will be… that she will remain my baby even when she’s 93.

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Vicki Acquah

Date: 11/29/2019 8:24:00 PM

luv,luv,luv this... the flow,the sentiment ,and the poetic value all made this a touching piece .

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/23/2018 7:29:00 PM

This is exactly how it is. My great-grandmother taught me this when my grandfather at age 69 was killed in a car wreck. No one was more despondent than his mother, who was inconsolable. My husband and I still call our children our babies and two of them are in their 40's and the last one - the"baby" will be next month.

Jim Yerman
Date: 12/23/2018 7:58:00 PM

It's funny how that works. As soon as we become parents they will be our babies forever. Thanks. By the way have a Merry Christmas Caren.