All my babies

Book 36 Page20

All my babies

They’re all my babies!

every single one.

I could not, ‘single one out’ and say,

“This is my favorite or best one.”

Why! what would all the others think!?

They would ‘so’! … feel left out!

And they would start playing up in my head,

pleading and shouting,

“Why didn’t you pick me!?”

No I wouldn’t do that, for they’re all dear to me!

And not only that, I cherish their every single line.

Cause I lovingly drafted and crafted them

till they were perfectly fine.

No I could not pick the best one out,

You do it!

I’m just the poet.

Don’t ask me to decide which ones best,

I love them all! … equally.

I couldn’t break up the family like that

they’re all! (every single one of them) my precious babies.

I’m all they’ve got.

I’m their father / their mother.

Their my precious children.

Please don’t make me pick!