Poem To Go To Sleep
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Bereft of family
I would like My Own Baby —
but The Father?
There would be no father.
Baby would be immaculate.
How’bout Them Apples?
Bereft of family
I would like My Own Baby —
but The Father?
There would be no father.
Baby would be immaculate.
How’bout Them Apples?