A poetic journey through my mind

Babies

Her air of “oh-so-adult” vies
with the child behind her eyes,
cartoon knapsack, scuffed a little,
riding high on rounded middle,
this child who still needs mothers care,
will she have the love to spare,
for the child who grows within
this child inside a womans skin?

6 responses

  1. I love this poem, it speaks volumes about teenage Mums, some are planned pregnancies some are not. Some have no hope at all because the “Grandmother” was a teen Mum and resents the new chains that she had thought she may of just shrugged off. It is a sad and vicious circle. Great poem.xx

    March 22, 2012 at 7:21 pm

    • KC

      Thanks! I actually wrote this one about a girl I saw on the city bus one day. I saw the backpack first, and her shortness…and then she turned around to sit down, and I just said “Oh, wow” to myself. It was one of the poems that just drop in, announced, and take over all the furniture and eat all the cookies. *laughs* Or something like that, anyway.

      I worked for a school in Salt Lake that made me glad and sad and mad at the same time. It was one of those schools for kids who couldn’t or wouldn’t go to a regular school…which is awesome, don’t get me wrong. The bad/glad/sad part was the on-site nursery, so the teen mothers could leave their kids and go to school. Like I said, an awesome idea…but the fact that it’s necessary is sad. That the social climate in the area was so…strict/prudish, whatever…that these girls were kicked out of school for having a baby, or being pregnant. Some of them were wonderful students…just made a bad decision, or had one made for them. *sighs*

      March 22, 2012 at 7:31 pm

      • I know that type of poem well.! I too worked at a school for children who could not attend any normal schools. I understand too the the being made to feel sad, bad and mad too. There was no nursery there, as pregnancies were dealt with else where. No the children I met were the dregs the ones no one wanted not even their parents. The were cosseted ( well comparatively to what they had before) until they were sixteen then a job, a flat and a social worker was provided for them and they were out on their own. God love them they were terrified they did all sorts in the vain hope they would be punished and kept on……… that never happened. Many of the girls got pregnant as quickly as possible some for extra help,some so they would have someone that loved them………… I was there 10yrs and saw some terrible , sad , mad , mad things good and funny things too. God help all teen mums and teen dads all over the world. After 10yrs I left I could not stand the strain and pain any longer.

        March 22, 2012 at 8:15 pm

  2. Children having children is such a heart-breaking part of our society, especially here in NW Alabama where it has been going on for many generations! Pray, pray, pray is what I do and give and serve and hug and hold!

    March 22, 2012 at 7:28 pm

  3. lensscribbles

    Oh please this is what gets me on my soap box… I just can’t stand the thought of all the teen pregnancies whether they are looking for someone to love them, rebellion whatever. The day the USA said “budget cuts” is when sex ed went out the window …but oh football, track and basketball stayed. GRRRRR THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON FOR THESE GIRLS NOT TO BE EDUCATED WITHIN THE SCHOOLS!!!!

    March 22, 2012 at 10:42 pm

  4. George Weaver

    Another poem story. Old social workers know this story too well. You are good. Really good.

    March 23, 2012 at 6:45 pm

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