Baby Boy

I held this new life in my arms,
a smile came to my face as he smiled too.
It might have been gas,
but I didn't know the difference.
I felt proud that the care takers trusted me
with this new life.

Don't drop him,
don't squeeze him too hard,
keep him warm and fed
they said
before they left.
Anxiety filled their faces
as they departed
for a night alone at last.

He starts to whimper
and cry.
Is he hungry?...no.
Is he cold?...no.
He made a mess.

Where's Mom when you need her?

Copyright © 1988 by
Bruce McClure