Best Babysat Poems

I have babysat a roomful of six year olds, 
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.

I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.

I improvised a speech to an audience of millionaire entrepreneurs 
that ended in a standing 'O'.

Often...

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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 daughter-in-law asked us to watch their golden lab, Juniper
We said yes without...

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The child sat on the sofa,
her body laiden with bruises and covered in lice. 
She was only the age of one,
         maybe two.
     How could this be true?
I stared at my friend and she at me.
Tears flooded my eyes, how could this be?
My friend babysat...

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It was her birthday she was turning thirteen.

It was a fun day until her father asked to baby sit for his new friends so they could all go 
out  to party.

She was scared that day she didn’t know why. She had babysat for other...

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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 expectation.

Hedonism is a fort where their souls sit while their bodies work.
They chip at the sedimentary foundation of...

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Helen is hysterical, so witty you laugh until you cry,
She’s a little spit-fire, 4 foot 11 -- a bit of a short fry,
Now I can say that because she knows it’s said in jest,
There is no finer person, as a friend she is truly my...

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Two of the kind is never the same.
Similarities this pertains.
Applicable to that, which connects cousins, both females.

Generations palpable.
The one name Rose is the older cousin.
A throne she feels in her side when the younger cousin became part of her life.

A relationship grew.
She babysat Rose’s children.
The...

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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 defied arithmetic,
I noticed he had one gross fully plump black tick.
All that was...

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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 know that you would leave me.

The backyard...

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FICTION WRITE FOR CONTEST

For so many years I’ve lived with the shame
Kept it locked in the sullen depths of my soul
He took my virginity; I can’t be held to blame
I was so very young, just an innocent child
when he babysat at night and my body...

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Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side.
Hers was blonde, mine was orange.
		I lamented I could not have...

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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 the night with us…how we’d make sure that they were fed
how we’d play some games, watch...

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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


  When...

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I babysat her that fine day-
   wrapped up so snug in pink and white.
      The scent of baby powder lay
upon her skin- such soft delight.

Just for an hour, while her dear mom
   went out for errands...

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