When Their Baby Came

we know what happens next
they cut the bridges
stay on the island
fortify their house
make their fence higher
and add another room
and put there the cradle
lullaby is heard at night
and after a year
they all light the candle
sing the birthday song
have their picnic
so private and so alone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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