Johnson's & Johnson's Bedtime

Merci for sharing

your scent and sense

with me

 

Take my baby's smooth,

soft skin to silk

 

I am your daughter

too now

 

In the cradle basket

flooding down the river

of De Nile

 

I gave my body up

to bring you into this world

now you scream, cry

smell the mildness

 

Clinically proven

as you are my child

Gods and Godesses

alive within you

cherubs with grins

 

You are my DNA

come back to haunt me

 

I procreated with

a bad boy and

me and the girls

have to chat

sometimes

 

'Cuz Papa Bear would prefer

to sleep in and snore

while we are bonneting,

powdering your butts

and our noses

to make them smile

for public and private

displays of affection

 

He's got his column

and we ours

but the civilized version

is we stick

to all in the family

and move on up

to the East side

 

You are my dears

I will be your mother

if you need me too

 

We are linked together

in this Underground Railroad

it is amazing,

it is Life

 

Certainly the mothers

try to improve

on the notions

of the past

 

Psssttt...Peek A Boo

I see you.

 

 

Reviews

[Raja]

While reading I can feel the cooing of the child and as if I can see its toothless smile. Brilliant write! I have enjoyed a lot reading it, believe me. I am unmarried, but I love child, and this poem makes me think what if I have a child of my own!

"You are my DNA
come back to haunt me" I like this portion very much.

Good Work.

Thank you.

Raja.

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

i love you work! you are truely awsome! x0x0x0

[Lena M. P.]

Sounds like there is an undercurrent of animosity towards the unfairness of being in the sisterhood. Oh, the joys of motherhood. However, the poem is well written and I liked how it went back and forth between this love and hate. Good byplay of words.

[Helen Woodward]

I'll just bet that the mildness isn't the only thing you can smell! This sounds as if you have an axe to grind GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Beautifully written as always, a strong message for motherhood and all that entails.
Being a mother I can identify, I hope I am on the right track with this as other reviwers have seen it as a nursery rhyme, but I see a different more sinister picture floating around...
Clever writing my friend.
Cheers,
Helen :-)

[Ken Simm.]

A childrens tale with a heart of darkness. nice one.