Strawberry Baby

In my grandmother’s old coat from Mexico I have a strawberry scented baby with me wherever I go
I don’t have Hermes or Givenchy 

But there is no scarf softer

Than this baby strapped to me
Like a mast on a ship, going ahead

Through sidewalk seas and nursing home halls

She makes strangers smile, without a word being said
How haven’t I calloused her cheek

(Or her head, or her lips, or hands)

From all the kisses I’ve laid?
This girl made a mom out of me

And I’ve never felt more Right

Than in my grandmothers old coat from Mexico

With my strawberry scented baby with me wherever I go

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