As our carts accidentally clashed,
Hers full, mine nearly empty.
"Just look at you, you lucky girl,
No cheerios, no pudding pops,
No handy-wipes or birthday hats,
Just dried figs, yams, and tofu,
Frozen peas and pickled beets--
I'd never dare bring that lot home.
Got to go now, thery're all waiting,
Bye for now, I envy you!"
So joyously she swept along
And left me to my happy task,
To clench my heart, and force a smile,
And linger down the baby aisle.
(c)M. Lee Alexander
from Observatory, 2007
Finishing Line Press, Georgetown, KY
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