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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!
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au dominicj7@poetry.net.au 17/05/05