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“Baby / Toddler For Sale”

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This poem is more of a rant than I usually write. It’s inspired by a sign I saw recently.

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BABY / TODDLER FOR SALE

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was what I read at first on a sign

taped to a tree I passed in my car,

the word “items” printed too small

to detect after “toddler.” For a fraction

of a second, I truly believed that

my neighbor was peddling her child

at a discount, proving that my mind

is now more accurate than ever

when figuring probability, predicting

outcomes with micro-economics. After all,

aren’t the daily reports of headlines,

news tickers, and minute-by-minute crawlers

even more outrageous? One mother

returns her adopted son, her lemon

that she neglected to fully research.

Another stuffs her newborn infant in

a shoebox like a worn-out moccasin

then throws it into a dumpster.

Not to mention the saddest of abortions,

those failures to recycle, piles of remainders.

Entire regimes and governments also

become too frugal, trading for guns

those hospital supplies that could save

some of the women destined

to die in childbirth. There are futures.

And then there are futures.

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by Therese L. Broderick

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About ThereseLBroderick

Independent community poet living in Albany, New York USA.

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  1. Maybe your neighbour purposely wrote the sign in order to attract a second look?! Headlines are intended to be so sensationalist that we shouldn’t be surprised at anything. The lows to which human nature will sink can’t be fathomed!

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