061211e Ways Of Caring Poem by Manonton Dalan

i gather my senses and walk away
with my food securely placed in box
i can't keep thinking about how pregnant
they are trying to be mobile; patience
and desire to to go places hard to stop
we are really nomadic being; i agree

months from now they're awake
in the middle of the night feeding
this little angel of theirs to grow
big, healthy and wise; that's nice
that probably stretch her time
and maybe forget to spruce up