Poem #9 for National Poetry Month.
I looked at Facebook tonight right before writing my 10 minute poem. My friend Amy had posted a conversation with her daughters about explaining where babies come from and it was hilarious. I couldn't get it out of my mind when I sat down to write. Not quite as funny, but it turned out sweet musing of some imaginary child might say.

Baby Theory

Mama, where do babies come from?

Do they come from elevators?

You said I’m growing up and one day I’ll have a baby

So they must come from elevators

You said I’m growing up fast

Elevators go up really super-fast

Zoom! Just like babies

Or are they left by someone who really likes you?

You said I was a gift

I give gifts to people I like

and people give me plenty of presents on my birthday

My birthday was the day I was born

Are babies naked?

You said that my birthday suit is me with nothing on

You’re silly Mama, as babies would be cold

if they came completely naked!

I think they come wrapped up tight like a present

And they come fast like a rocket

And they come when you really like someone

Is that right? You must really like Papa

Because you had me!