Bald Baby, A Barely Humorous Poem
All Babies Deserve Our Love
Not all babies are created equal. That's a fact of nature. Some are cute, while others are not so adorable. Hopefully, the unattractive ones grow up to be Prince Charming and Princess Beautiful and, at the very least, Joe Average or Plain Jane. In a perfect world, mothers and fathers would be tolerant and understanding of their child's appearance, and not depressed because their baby is not one of the pretty ones.
This is a poem about a rather homely infant and a mother who had a hard time accepting her infant's substandard appearance.
Not all babies are beautiful, but they all deserve our love.
Enjoy "Bald Baby."
Bald Baby, a Poem
A mother cradled a baby in her arms,
and instead of being overjoyed,
she pushed the few strands of his hair forward
until there were nail marks
that skid across the baby’s scalp
like white dividing lines.
Who could blame her?
She wanted his hair to grow as thick
as her neighbor’s front lawn,
and didn’t want her child to resemble her husband
who lost his hair from a bad case of DNA.
She couldn’t stand to see her only child
look like a wizened old man
with a blotchy red pate
and a round, bloated face.
She believed in fairy tales,
that her bald baby
would one day transform
into a giggling, happy newborn
with ringlets of beautiful hair.
She would display her infant proudly,
parading him down their suburban street
and have the church ladies say,
“Oh, isn’t he the most delicious baby
you’ve ever seen?”
Instead, she had to hide
the infant’s barren scalp
behind a white woolen skull cap
and tell everyone in a most convincing way,
“He’s not feeling very well, today.”