In my very presence they <br />are delivered <br />i pampers and napkin them <br />as their parents farmed me. <br />they elongate in my very presence <br />i fashion and design them as they respond in reverse. <br />Soft skinned in infant <br />their face shine smile <br />and nobody wanted them out. <br />But in this elongation wonder shall never end. <br />The hen egg hashes hawk. <br />Chi-nwa appeals for tolerance <br />for soon hen egg will be hen. <br />For God's grace we understand. <br />Soon the mustard seed grew as one among equal <br />with many output unvisioned. <br /> We forgot their clattering and plattering <br />and sang the song of good harvest.<br /><br />Mcanthony C. Nwatu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-nephews-and-nieces/
