Baby Workshop
There is babies’ workshop
Too much care is the scare
The leanest is in the chair
Hand in the chin thinking
“Today, we make history”
The fattest rises and shouts
“Listen, Mam is most loving
Away from home one seven
Me in bed twenty four seven
No Mam, fingers milk bottle”
The shortest rises, no word
Touches his legless limbs
All the babies cry out loud
“Who are you, one of us sure?
No meat, no bone, no juice?”
Another totters to the front
Touches stomach and smiles
“I, you look, no belly, no air”
All babies giggle and giggle
"No belly, no food, no heart"
And the workshop rolls on
Then chair makes roll call
“Mother” - absent, no apology
“Father”- absent, no apology
“Sibling”- absent, no apology
Chair sinks in chair with joy
“Mothers, mother the motherless
Fathers, father the fatherless
All absent no apology, no care
Babies we go build own empire”
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2021
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