Perfect Paper Babies

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

How did this start it still is not clear
You said we were not going to have none my dear
But now it is materialized right here baby
Before my eyes you have done something shady

I wanted no child
I wanted to continue in this for a while
I needed more growth
You took from me my get up and go

I see your heart now
I should never have allowed you to bow
You have enter me inside myself
Now I stand alone empty on my shelf

Why quiet man have you set up on me like this
Why have you all our dreams dismissed
I rush at you like water for I am mad
Yes you have made me very sad

I did not want a baby
I took my birth control you pinched yours maybe
Thank god this is the stage
And I can erase this mistake I’ve made

But you my friend
Are forgiven by me and the lord only in
The end