It's a near scandal I say!
How could she do it
and where did she go
to get it done?
In a single passage
of the circling moon,
our own gentle daughter
has whisked off her toddlers
(so deeply adored)
and traded them in for bigger ones.
Very distressing, what time does to the wee ones, from the perspective of the ould'uns. A jab at the deniers of childhood is never amiss. I whiff a bit of controversy here - and must retreat. I believe that every individual should has rights upon his/.her body's fertililty choices, without reservations. But that's just me.
Toddlers of every size are delightful, I have found. Lovely poem. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time does fly doesn't it....-shannon