In My House Poem by Charlotte Ballard
In My House
In my house - a single mother sits
Iming her day away, joggling
A naked Baby on her knees.
He screeches, and pushes his
Hands together, as if in prayer.
A crystal dropp falls fast
From mouth to bare chest.
His small feet kick together
As if he were a mighty hunter
Grabbing for a prize not even
His mother can see.
The center of my heart.
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