Loud cries of protest.
New baby greets the real world.
Most reluctantly.
Though very welcome.
He would much rather be back.
Where he used to be.
Safe and warm inside
His own private paradise.
That's why he complains.
He soon gains control
Master of his universe
Beloved tyrant.
He will have to learn.
That his will is not the law.
As we all had to.
Only one small part.
Of a loving family.
If he is lucky.
Tuesday,31 July 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem