Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

My Child - Poem by Fred Babbin

My child, my child,
My beautiful child
You are beautiful
because you are a child.
All children are beautiful

The Universe has pressed you
and twisted you
into hate, into a demon of hate,
and drugged you
so you won't feel the pain

So you chew me up
and spit me out
because you are the Tiger,
behaving as Tigers do.
You cannot do differently.

And being spit, I suffer.
But there is nothing
we can do,
for the Universe speaks.
And having spoken,
From this we take our cue..

Comments about My Child by Fred Babbin

  • (1/15/2008 8:53:00 PM)

    Love it Fred! A real pleasure to read this poem! Thank you. *10*! !
    Friend Thad
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  • (1/15/2008 3:02:00 PM)

    Holy cow I love it >< its so good. U should write more like that -smiles- -christina (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, February 1, 2008

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