Birth Pranks
Birth Pranks!
labour....a baby cries
then popcorn of exploding smiles
yet, he's wary of lies
will he quickly talk
before he can do anything or walk
to tell if he is his folk?
"why not like his brother
nor at least the face of his mother
or me his ugly father!?"
common labour pranks,
aftermath of protracted labour pangs
is wagging of tongues!
*
let's wallow in mirth
not by small but by a large girth
for the infantile birth.
recalling the pot
burned on fire to simmer hot
and cook this lot.
womb is not defied
cankered or be it of lineage wild
that yielded the child.
no sooner is he out
than there is the malignant doubt;
"this is not dad's snout!"
law of the bush:
baby survives overturned in a rush;
in atavism check by Cush!
**Conceived when a friend's wife gave birth at home. The poem casts a slur to rural births that took place those years when a child had to really resemble his father.......! Infant mortality and divorces then were pretty.
13th September 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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