Tonight's Poet Corner: Instantly Maturing Infant

Instantly Maturing Infant
by Belinda Roddie

The cradles are empty, and I don't
hear the crying anymore. They grew up
fast - way too fast. Taller than me in a few
months. Speaking longer sentences. Forging
new pathways. Two-year-olds becoming CEOs.
Toddlers winning Nobel Peace Prizes.

I'm not sure what they're putting in baby food
these days, but hey, as long as they're
better at running the country than all the old
fogies who may as well be constrained to cribs,
anyway, wailing and eager for both a nappie
and a bottle of something stronger than milk.

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