Midwest Mary

Baby Dreams

Dreams full of babes.
Large, medium, small.
I do not know them,
but I love them all.

Snuggled in my arms
in my dreams each night.
They don’t cry or fuss
when I hold them tight.

I don’t understand,
and I do not care.
If babies need me,
I want to be there.

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It’s true that babies of all sizes, shapes, and colors are in my dreams. They rarely have to do with the “topic” of the dream. They are just with me, around me, and in my arms, and are content to be there.

The poem above was sparked by a digital image of a lovely woman and baby created by my talented WordPress colleague, Kevin (The Beginning at Last). Kevin holds a weekly promotion where he offers the use of an image with the understanding that we ping him about the post. Check out his blog. I’m sure you’ll like it. He’s an excellent poet and image creator.

Image by Kevin
Poem by Mary K. Doyle