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wishing for a baby

By Patti Marrs MagillPublished about a year ago 1 min read


So many years trying and failing

Thrashing and flailing

Every month my ‘friend’ arrives

Every month I cross my eyes

Want to be pregnant so bad it seems

It seeps into every part of my dreams

Last Night in sleep I wandered down halls

Looked into doors, looked into stalls

At the end of the hall, I see

A vending machine calling to me

Corn chips and cookies and Baby Ruth

And B49 had a baby, for truth!

I pushed the buttons and waited to see

If a baby was really in the future for me

Put in my dollar, pushed B49

And an hour went by and I started to cry

Then suddenly the baby I had my eyes on to loot

Began to work its way to the chute

I reached and tenderly picked it up

It was so small it could fit in a cup

I put it in my pocket to keep it safe

(This is a dream) I am not insane

I brought it home to show to my kids

They looked at me like I was I was out of my wits

I brought it ought of my pocket to share

But a Baby Ruth was all that was there

fact or fiction

About the Creator

Patti Marrs Magill

Retired Corporate Flight Attendant, pursuing new careers in writing and education. I have 4 adult children, 6 grandchildren, and live in Central California. Currently I am taking on students to tutor in reading and writing.

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