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My Baby

Alone in my room,
I can almost imagine…

A tiny life…
A huge responsibility.

I could throw it all away in an instant,
This lifetime commitment.

No training,
Life lessons everywhere, from everyone.

I’m scared,
And sometimes alone I cry.
And sometimes I’m giddy with laughter,
And bounce from room to room.

Nothing can prepare, nothing I can say will help, it’s different for everyone, but you should eat this, do this, try this, make these, did you get those?
Are you listening? Are you paying attention?
Nothing can prepare you, but read this, listen to me, do as I say, this will happen, and this, and this, but of course, it's different for everyone.

Silently I scream.
Fuck off! It’s my baby. It’s my baby. It’s my baby. My baby.
And I chuckle quietly to myself. My baby. I’m having a baby. Wow.

And I walk away with a smile on my face and in my eyes.



© Elanor Maud 2001


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