In my very presence they
are delivered
i pampers and napkin them
as their parents farmed me.
they elongate in my very presence
i fashion and design them as they respond in reverse.
Soft skinned in infant
their face shine smile
and nobody wanted them out.
But in this elongation wonder shall never end.
The hen egg hashes hawk.
Chi-nwa appeals for tolerance
for soon hen egg will be hen.
For God's grace we understand.
Soon the mustard seed grew as one among equal
with many output unvisioned.
We forgot their clattering and plattering
and sang the song of good harvest.
Mcanthony C. Nwatu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-nephews-and-nieces/
