A Poem and another Poem

Song for Baby-O, Unborn

By Diane DiPrima

Sweetheart

when you break thru

you’ll find

a poet here

not quite what one would choose.

I won’t promise

you’ll never go hungry

or that you won’t be sad

on this gutted

breaking

globe

but I can show you

baby

enough to love

to break your heart

forever

Teacher

By me

I can't promise my babies much either

After all

I'm going to be a teacher

Or maybe just a mother

and a wife

and a gardener

and a runner

and a cook

and a maid

and a secretary

and  writer

and a counselor

and a nurse

and a chauffeur 

and a friend

and a giver

and an artist

and a lover

Maybe that's all I'll ever be

for my babies