Spring Breezes Poem by Courtney Kane

My neice just had a baby.
My neice is only 15 years old.
We warned her about unprotected sex
but, oh, she knew it all, her head was
filled with all the brains. Now her life
possibly is ruined, or at least put on hold.
She really screwed up. Sometimes I see
her sitting on the porch, looking up at the moon
and crying. On she screwed up.
But we'll all still love the baby,
with his cooing sounds that
will remind us all of spring breezes.