"My Babies"

You called last night to
talk to 'my babies.'
Eight months with no
contact from you and
you talk for eleven
minutes to 'my babies.'
What could a dad say
in eleven minutes, that
could begin to replace
eight months of
paternal emptiness?
Inside, I cringe when
your name is said
or when one of
'my babies' ask
questions about you.
Smiling, I try to
be mother and
father to
'my babies.'

Tammy
8/18/05
prompt~write a poem about babies~ for
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