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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