Their Baby Poem by RIC BASTASA

Their Baby



whatever happens
when you cannot forget that
innocent smile
those fragile fingers holding
on to your hand
always think
that baby can never be yours
and that
you can never be
their eternal slave

go, find your own
take time
but first find a man

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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