THE BABY STORE - Poem


THE BABY STORE

(copyright 2013, by Dave Kiffer)

 

I don't remember the time

before my birth, it might

as well be Ming Dynasty

for all I know, those weeks

in the amniotic fluid as

distant as the day whales

first stepped into the sea

 

But when my son was small

He told us a beautiful story

Of his time in “the baby store”

And Portia and Acrobat,

Fellow inmates in the pre-life,

And playing games and waiting

To be born into the world

Now, he just laughs when

We remember the story

Insisting it was just a joke

Formed by his three year old

Creativeness, an etch-a -sketch

He is now old enough to shake,

but we think different

 

The other day, he pondered

reincarnation saying “I would

Not like to remember if I

Came back as something

That wasn’t a human”

The idea clearly conflicting

In his nascent Catholic mind

 

And I think of the simpler Liam

The mind that could still hold

All the honest possibilities

And I think of Portia, Acrobat,

The shining baby store aisles

And Pre-Liam remembering,

Still waiting to be born

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