Jim Yerman Poet Verse

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 November 29, 2019 at 8:24 PM luv,luv,luv this... the flow,the sentiment ,and the poetic value all made this a touching piece .

Caren Krutsinger December 23, 2018 at 7:29 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 December 23, 2018 at 7:58 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.