Baby Age Poems

Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum

With a title deeply rooted
in subject matter iterated above
invariably makes for hair raising poem,
though I...

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Me very late mum, a funereal day...

courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, 
sexagenarian, and Unitarian son
and modest mastermind maven maverick.

Another anniversary of her death occurs
upon advent of 
May...

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Baby boomers, Gen X Gen Y, and now Gen Z
What will the next crop of babies be?
Will we start with A? Will they be boomers...

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Someone asked my age
I said, "I'm still quite young".
They call me, "Baby".
...

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I know everybody’s done it
when they’re around a small baby,
your pick them way up in the air,
make your shoulders into a seat.
It usually gets a...

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On My Journey To Find Me

Soulful eyes, Rich with stories untold
A heritage of strength and a heart of gold
Late 30’s
A prime of life’s unfold
A decade...

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I looked out the window, what a sight.
A Cocky a crow, a Magpie all sitting on the bench looking towards me.
Suddenly the Cocky squawked what...

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My little face says it all
Adults think they know it all
When they don't know a thing 
It can be hard sometimes to be a baby
One...

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Star Projector, shade of baby blue
All these stars, but I’m focused on you
Star projector, pretty shade of red,
All these thoughts of you have me stuck...

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18 years had past and i knew it all,  just living carefree, having a ball.
Thought i knew love, true love i was sure,
Got engaged...

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In 1997,

No one knew anything.

My parents didn’t know what to do with an inconsolable baby.

Until 2012, no one knew.

Until the diagnosis, no one knew.

The delays...

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Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces...

Fore score minus xv orbitz ago
from being centenarian
strong contractions forced me
to pass thru cervix,
buck naked bare lady,
I ranked...

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MAMMA

My mother is sadly now just a faint memory
As her passing was a number of decades ago
But always caring, maternal, and good to me

Of course,...

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When you’re feeling like a baby bird,
Going looking for your shell,
But you know you can’t go back,
Even though you think life’s hell,
And you know ‘cos...

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Gravity has no properties
No formal place of residence
There, a push, a pull of time
No education to speak of
Within, without a need to worry
A toy called...

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