Baby Blues : Family Poetry

Like a circle the baby blues are going round .
Like a lift,
baby blues ,
going up,
coming down .
It's a long way to go to the end of the road ,
No one says it's easy carrying an extra load .
Dizzy every morning ,with butterflies at night .
Keep your head together it's going to be all right .
It won't be too long coming ,
there's nothing to fear,
as pretty soon now the baby will be here .
It's no time to worry .
There is no time to loose .
It's time now my sweetness to shake those baby blues .
On life's major highway there is one thing I know ,
driving on the right side's the only way to go ,
when the hills are all up and you're heading down fast,
remember there's an end to the road ,
all things pass .

By Paul McCann