March 23, 2015


Young mothers shop,
pushing newborns
down the aisle.
Soon they'll be
taking over the store,
knowing they've joined
a special club,
which we don't belong to,
We're no longer showing
signs of life,
not getting our kicks,
like before.
Their carts fill up
with diapers, lotions,
so much more,
while we shuffle
toward the door.
They speak a language 
we could never understand,
knowing far better
than any of us,
just what baby's
looking for.