“Pretty.” She whispers and I snatch the necklace away.
“Mine.” I reply, not knowing what else to say.
“Please,” she cries, breaking every inch of my heart.
“No.” I snap, tired from before the start
of lovely morning and all its tricks
and baby Jenny, in which everything her hands like to stick.
“Mommy.” She wines ever so loud.
She’s taken over my life and I don’t know how
this all started, since I’m not much more than a kid,
but I have to take responsibility for what I did.
It wasn’t just him
It’s what we both did
Now we are three
And no longer free.
but...Yes, baby Jenny is wonderful.
And yes, she makes life colorful.
But I wish I had waited
because it might not have been fated.
“Pretty.” She whispers once again.
And of course, like always, I give in.