Baby on Board

I can remember the Datsun Pickup your mom drove.

It was blue and had a stick shift.

She was not quite sure how to operate it.

Grinding gears and bumping up and down the streets of La Mirada, she knew she had to perfect it.

The cargo that was soon to be moved about was precious.

It proved to be more precious than any metal known to man.

It’s worth was of more proportion than the wealth of the Pharaohs.

It’s purpose here was to add to the beautiful sides of life.

It was you.

At that time, the baby on board safety signs had spread like a hillside wildfire.

I believe they were a foreshadowing of your coming.

In the overwhelming amount that was made, one was made for you.

Your mother came to house on an early spring evening.

She frantically shared the experience of being the victim of road rage.

Some individual, being quite consumed in himself, felt your mother could pick up the pace.

He felt as though the entire world and its on-goings should respect his time and false superiority.

She went on to tell of his reckless actions on that road of conflictions.

This demon of the pavement gained the position of your mother’s direct front, cutting her off in the midst of it all.

One would have thought that was his goal; it was his conquest in the race.

All until he attackingly slammed on his brakes, sped up then slammed his brakes again.

He must have been pleased with himself as he changed lanes and slowed to relish in the moment.

“Kind of a na-na-nana-na.”

In her moment of clarity, your mother being the protector of this first class account of travel simply had to do one thing in order to twist his power.

Pointing at the yellow sign with big bold letters she simply said in a probably rather long collection of obscenities, “…Can’t you see? There’s a Baby on Board…”

There was a friction between earth and the heavens, each battling to have you.

After the war for your manifestation, stars shot across the sky as if it were crying.

They were tears of joy.

In it’s brilliance, the realization was welcomed serendipity.

With you here they could see you better.

I remember the girl; I remember the teen, now I stand before the woman, as the frictions start again.

The Lord has sent you your own treasure, just as you were before her.

She rides in on the tears of joy as Angelic praises are heard in the wind.

You have been blessed to overcome life’s many perils.

You have built a foundation in your faith and family.

Now the reward comes from the giver of all good things.

As she rides in on the pathway from him to you, The Lord slows the vessel letting no one pass.

When they try, and believe me they have, he points to a yellow sign with big black letters and says,

“Can’t you see? There’s a baby on board!”

Baby on Board

dubdidg

Santa Ana, United States

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This is a work dedicated to a new addition to my family.

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