I held a baby in my dreams last night.
He smiled
with great big eyes and wispy hair.
He raised his hands
and tapped me on the nose.
He said, "Hello."
I raised him and
grasped him close.
Even in my dreams
I could smell his baby smell
and feel his soft little cheeks.
I wrapped him up in a furry
coat and took him to see the
falling snow.
He told me that he loved me
out by the Anderson gate
and I told him the same.
I told him of his father--
how he'd taught me ping pong
and so many things.
I told him of his mother and
the way she'd cuddle close,
play with my hair, and love me.
I told him all. He asked
if I'd do the same for him.
But I didn't answer
because I held him close
and kissed his soft baby head.
We played ping pong
in the old hot air balloon barn.
And I taught him so many things.
I know I'll be a good aunt.
I'll teach him and love him.
Just like I've been loved and taught.
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This was a sweet poem. =) I enjoyed reading it. By the way, I love your link for me on the side: "Don't Forget Heather." Haha. ;)
Which parentheses are you referring to?
this is a really sweet poem! are you an aunt now, is this based on reality? it will be amazing for your nephew to look back and see this poem you wrote about him!
i particularly like the way the narrative flows together.
Thank you! I am really excited to finally get published somewhere other than the Torch, ha ha. Not that the Torch isn't legit...but it's nice to know that people outside of Union like the work, too. Thanks for the congrats! =)
thanks! i got the Q&A idea from this book i was reading "Placebo Effects" by this poet called Jeanne Marie Beaumont (its her only book out, she's not big name) where she did similar things. that might be a fun exercise for your class! how are you liking teaching so far?
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