A Baby

Poem By Candice LeBlanc

A baby is created
What do you do?
You get prepared
Work hard
Do everything and come unglued
A baby is growing
What do you do?
You get nervous, fidgety, unprepared
A baby is lost before it is born
What do you do?
Die a little inside
But for some
You just die.

Comments about A Baby

Very nice poem. An extremely hard thing to go through, without a doubt. Mary


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