B. B. Watkins Poems

Fall lies ahead, but feeling bereft,
Backward I peer round Summer's bend--
One last glimpse of the joys being left
Till another long year shall finally end...
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Just look at the baby lying there,
Eyes tight shut in first repose;
A harvest of so much time and care,
Reaped, at last, in birthing throes.
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Just who am I to be judging
When I don't have all the facts
Or know just how to qualify
The reasons behind the acts.
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