Your baby

Almost everyone has babies,
not necessarily of human form.
An ageing dog, or rusting car,
a favourite jacket, well worn.

You see, the term baby means several things,
a newborn, a love, devoted.
A poem, carefully crafted through time,
a valentine, sugar-coated.

Your baby means the world to you,
you give your time, your money, your heart
And when your baby enters your life,
you hope you'll never have to part.



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Footnotes
1  Won 1st place in Newbie Poetry Contest 30th January 2014