small new lives on this planet
rarely get the opportunity to understand
the abject goofiness, the biased impartial influence
they have on their parentals, already!  and with the arrival of such a tiny new  miracle

parents often lose

their capacity for rationality

defining all truths of ‘love is blind‘…

in awe and wonder, newly born small showpieces
are paraded in arms
gushed over in hospital rooms, placed proudly in new strollers
equaling the rent
and each and every
overly enthused parent
repeats the same, unrehearsed line:
isn’t he/she/it

we as friends and family
peer into small, spotty
baby-faces,  seeing misshapen heads squeezed through birth canals
imperfections in these small innocents
bearing clear signs of shell shock
as they were yanked out
by force or c-section
with hard, cold instruments
arriving somewhat traumatized in
their transition from safe waters
to this chilly world…

yet, it is the beauty

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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