Patti Masterman - Babes in Arms

Babes in arms were never known
To stay so small and sweet
And true, they always grow like weeds;
It's quite an astonishing feat.

Babes in arms were never known
To stay your babe, forever
They grow up fast as everything
While maternal arms get severed.

Babes in arms were never known
To stay fixed in place, like words:
Their flapping hands turn into wings
As they take to the sky, like birds.

Patti Masterman

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