I wrote this poem one day after looking in the mirror and seeing my dad. That's great - except I'm a woman.

The writer wonders why, as he gets older, more of the world is managed by babies.

This is a poem written by a network admin who has stared at his machine for too many nights, wondering if it was staring back.

This poem was written when I was an addicted Soap Opera fan. I watched so many , I started to lose touch with reality, I became very melancholy and began to write poetry.

As a note of disclaimer: this is simply a hound dog husband looking for his wife to forgive his anger - again. I wanted to capture the flavor of the old South and mix it with imagery that would be easy for all married folks (and as a lesson perhaps for the unmarried) to relate.