National Poetry Month Day 7

I wrote this poem back in 2011 while I was in the writing poetry class as I have mentioned before.  The assignment for this poem was to write a poem about a prized possession and to begin each line in the poem with "The..." and end with "My...".  I chose to write about the baby doll from my childhood that I carried everywhere with me, actually I never went anywhere without at least one baby, but this was that one special baby that I cherished most.

The Baby

The Baby that knows my secrets.

The Baby with worn feet.

The Baby with the plastic face.

The Baby that was always with me.

The Baby that wears footed pajamas.

The Baby whose feet I used to chew on.

The Baby who will always be there for me.

The Baby that will never be forgotten.

The Baby with a lot of good memories.

The Baby who will never tell.

The Baby I will love forever.

The Baby I've had my whole life.

The Baby who was pushed in the stroller.

The Baby who will never forget.

The Baby who was pushed on the swing.

The Baby who listened to me.

The Baby who comforted me while I fell asleep.

The Baby who was more than just a doll.

My Baby.