BABS BROODED.

Babs brooded.
Babs saw the other girls
With babes
And wanted one.

She would watch
From windows
Of her house,
From the windows

Of buses and cars
The passing mothers
With their wrapped up babes,
See them in her waking hours

And in her troubled sleep,
Wanted a baby so much
That it hurt each time
A baby cried

Or called or cooed.
She had baby on the brain,
Had baby in her pores,
But none in the womb.

She had sex
With all kinds of men:
Tall, short, fat, slim,
Men with hair,

Some with none
And even though
She enjoyed the fun
Of wanton sex and romp,

No egg was touched
Or fed the juice.
Babs became depressed,
Became obsessed,

Wanted a baby
In her arms,
Upon her breast,
Wanted to be a mother

Like the rest.
Babs tried all things:
Drugs, therapy,
Even a younger male,

But sadly to no avail.
Babs brooded.
She was depressed.
She didn't want

To be a rich woman
Or find fame,
Just be a mother
Like the rest.