babies in the window

because
she never had
babies
her dog
and cats
are her babies.
they get
all the baby
treatment.
the goo goo talk.
the little
gifts and toys,
the photos
hung on the walls,
and secured in
wallets, or
phones.
I have to get
home to my baby,
you hear
them say.
she has to pee.
she has to eat.
she's waiting
in the window.
or at the door.
she knows
when I'm coming
home, and we
do miss each
other so.