The Baby Nursery Poem:
~Cory Morr

Babies the dawn birth of women's pregnancies. Cherubim of Heaven... the ultrasound song of the choir. Comfortably with their little chubby fingers and toes are covered the love of Goe's blessings smiling to come to their new homes acquainted. 

The little babies stretch out their out their arms tending to their mommy and daddy's care, upheld tightly nurtured in simple whimper, and stare with dimples. 

The little, tiny boys and girls that enter the world wait to be welcomed in a home, embraced, cherished with articulated lullabies from their mothers whispered in their face sweet cry. 

Some of the babies are disposed an ugly unwanted mess displaced, needless and wanted a homeless narrative adopted. The beautiful relation of mother and child combining familiar experience the history years remembered.

Little babies taking their first step, mother's breast fed, holding on to their trikes the development step, learning and growing as tomorrow's transcended generations in the gardens the nation's land called America's heritage culture graduates.