Babysat Poems - Poems about Babysat

...The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl would come out of the backing under-foot. The apartment window shade......

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...As I remember, I was about six years old the day Aunt Edie babysat. Why weren't any of my brothers home? Was Mom stressed with me? Maybe that.  We talked for many hours about everything, all t......

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... It don't hurt. —Johnny Thunders, lead guitarist of The Dolls, last words My ancestors are made of malt and barley, barely a drop of water left— Midas in jorts and Nikes, overp......

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...At sweet sixteen, I had a job at a supermarket Worked after school until nine my boyfriend worked at a competing grocery at a quarter until nine he came over and sacked to get me out of there soo......

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...my aunt babysat me when I was five she's one hundred years old now we gave crumbs to birds and flowers to a grave......

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... Our four grandchildren have grown up before our eyes…it’s hard to imagine that! Which means it’s been years since they spent the night with us and Deborah and I babysat. So, when our son and da......

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...Flying a kite in an electrical storm Frying an egg in the desert sand Parachuting into a big, red barn Pitching a tent in quicksand My army training prepared me well St......

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...As I jump up And twirl me self a round. It always nice To hear the laugher from Children it a wonderful sound. As I run through the grass Chasing a child I babysat, Watching the wind blow Th......

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...I picture Phyllis – soft and lovely face, a smile dimpled sweet and luminous; her fuchsia lips drop syllable in lace. She carries grace, for God was generous. In matter of the heart, a lucky one ......

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...She was a forties woman thrown into another era We had no idea that she wanted to be a para She was dressed exotically with a veil on her face Her hair would have reveled an alien’s in space Sh......

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...A human race of relay and replay, Their soles push off unforgiving exteriors And are kept on track by applauded obedience. Their recurrently blistered hearts Become calloused by an aura of expect......

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...Cluster, clan, hanging bunch of grapes - bustling collection children I dreamed - Far from rationale, imagination run wild - Adult life ridicules, idea is far less esteemed ......

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...Love for my sis makes me like her own Bolshevik so though I would rather swallow a stranger's lipstick, I babysat her ground-dweller - her dog - named Limerick. Once - outside while his wiz-biz ......

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...I remember how I loved babysitting our grandchildren how neatly they fit into my arms. I remember being impressed with their intelligence and captivated by their charms. How they would spend th......

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...It hasn’t been so long, you know. Since I saw, your eyes aglow. . . . They smiled a little smile for me. You had your joy, you had your fun. You had fifteen seasons in the sun. . . . I didn’t ......

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