Baby-Ish Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Baby-Ish
Rating: ★5.0
Let's Go Down the Streets
These are the streets of my babyhood,
When my mommy pushed my stroller down it.
I was in the shape of a little dolly
My mother said with the honey drip of a smile.
Then I grew up and thought the street had no baby-ness anymore.
But I pushed my stroller now.
My babies grew up and
Roller blades up and down it.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: baby
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4/26/2024 11:22:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An amazingly nostalgic trip down memory lane which with a replay one generation later. Thanks.