Bye Bye Baby


Bye Bye Baby

Baby dolls are just for kids.
I'm way beyond them now.
Baby Lucy was my friend,
but I really don't see how.

She's just a little plastic thing
some factory worker made.
I used to let her sleep with me
but that's when I was eight.

Today I'm nine and all grown up.
Baby Lucy's in my past.
Of course, I miss her just a bit
but I'm sure that won't last.

It's time to go to bed. Alone.
My heart is filled with sorrow.
Oh, what the heck, she needs me now.
I'll be grown up tomorrow.

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!