Children Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I am a barren land.
Explored by my wife.
My wife walks my landscape in the search for some bairns.
But I am barren man.
My wife knows my country inside and out.
I ve toldf her to seek another land.
But in her mind anotherland is bland.
What my wife needs is children that look like her.
And full of joy.
I wouldnt care if it was a girl or a boy.
The feeling of finding reasure.
Wou8ld fill my wife full of pleasure.
I would not let another.
Feel theor way round.
Open me up and plant some seed.
I see others with their offspring.
Beought up with no love.
These so called parents just push and shove.
It makes me spring water.
When papsrs are opened
Another case of abuse.
Death or neglect.
How many headsrtones must they erect?
My wife and I would love our won children.
We would take away the bad parents.
Right their wrongs.
And their children happy with the love we would show.
For when susnet would fall on landscape.
Longing for wife to possess a motherly glow.
Mr and Mrs Hubbard, we would be.
Stocked to the hilt. toys crammed in our cupboards.
Teddies everywhere.
There would never be any sadness when we are around.
My wife, Mrs Cat and her barren man.