Feast for Babies

Last night I woke from a dream
Where you had taken that baby food away from me.
Baby food you’d given me.
Baby food I didn’t want nor need.

But you left the paper bag with me.

You’d said it help me carry
When my hands were full of things.

For your hands were already juggling
Several fragile bottles of desperate attempts at nourishing.

I had only one question when you left
And all my other wonders were finally answered.

You are an adult,
So why feed yourself with the food for the young.
Texture-less stuff that we had both grown out of.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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