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.