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”