BABY LAND

BABY LAND

I open my closet door

And turn on the light

I walk in and close the door

Reaching for my clothes for the day

The light went out

When the light came back on

Iwas in a pink room

Someone was cooing at me

And says to me my wittle girl

She smiles and leans down to pick me up

She smiles and grabs a bottle

And puts it in my mouth

As I begin sucking my first baba

I wonderd where I am

And why I am sucking on a bottle

She smiles at me

And coos at me

And tells me mama's wittle baby girl

As she feeds me

Like a baby

She smiles at me

Next I find myself over her shoulder

And pats me on the back

And I burp like a baby

Wondering why I am being treated this way

She carries me to a table

And lays me down

And says baby land

My sweet wittle baby girl

I try to speak to talk

And ask

Why am I being treated like a baby

She smiles down at me

As all she hears is me cooing

She works on thinking on naming me

She smiles and says mama has the perfect name

for you my wittle baby

Your name is Alida

My beautiful baby girl

Then she takes me out of the clothes

I was in when I was on the other side

Saying my wittle baby these are too big for

you my precious wittle baby

My precious wittle baby girl

She grabs a newborn nappy (diaper) and puts it on my

As it fastens I wonder evermore

Why she is doing this to me

Then she grabs a oneie and puts on me

Then smiles and picks me up

And takes me to living room and puts me in a baby play pen

And gives me a rattle to play with

Allen Hollandsworth

©1/31/14

Author's Note

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