Poems From the Babysitter

I loved babysitting to earn extra money when I was a teenager and even into my college years. I love children, so babysitting was fun. No taxes are taken out of babysitting money either, so that was great. I had a lot of repeat families which always made me feel as though I was doing a good job. And I never liked for the kids to just sit in front of the TV either. I always played games or did crafts with them.

When I was in college, I often babysat to make extra money. One little girl named Lauren was 14 months old and had the biggest blue eyes and beautiful curly hair. I fell in love with her and always looked forward to spending time with her. Here are two poems I wrote about her that express my feelings about this sweet little girl.

Betrayal

One single teardrop

Full of fear, and pain, and wonder

Traces its way from

A wide, doe-like eye

Down the soft pink cheek

And curves its path

Until it is lost in

The wispy honey colored tendrils

Of the child who has never been alone

Until now.

Lauren

Sweet small bundle

Of cuddles and kisses

I love to smell your

Silky hair

And stroke your

Velvet skin

Till your precious little head

Falls sleepily on my shoulder,

Announcing the end

Of another busy day.