Kissing Baby John

Oh artichoke
you sweet freckle
you sugar lump

oh boy

you are an egg to me

my yolk.

Leonora Smith

The "baby John" of Leonora Smith's poem now has a baby of his own. She finds being a grandmother just as astounding as being a mother - and much cheaper.

If you've any comments on this poem, Leonora Smith would be pleased to hear from you.


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