Babies

Norman Flagtea

I know only one religion

that worships a newborn baby

and quite rightly so

because newborns

are

I have no words

from who knows where

a task, a plan, a hope, an aspiration,

a wonder, a nuisance, a pride,

they are the one and onlys,

the best, a cost factor

and they don't have any hair

or red bangs

and some need glasses

before they are one year old

and the grandparents love them dearly

and some are christened

and some are not and some have godmothers

and some don't.

They are called Emma

or Luca

and some have the Down syndrom.

They are the kids, the children, the little ones

and sometimes they come in two.

But

where

do

they

come

from?

 

And

 

                      where

 

                                     are

 

                                                    they

 

                                                                going?

 

  • Author: Norman Flagtea (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2024 06:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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