Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, <br />All of them were born together; <br />They are quite an extra special <br />Set of babies--wax and leather. <br /> <br />Every day they took an airing; <br />Mummy made them each a bonnet; <br />Two were cherry, one was yellow <br />With a bow of ribbon on it. <br /> <br />Really, sometimes we would slap them, <br />For if ever we were talking, <br />They would giggle and be silly, <br />Saying, "Mamma, take us walking." <br /> <br />But we never really loved them <br />Till one day we left them lying <br />In the garden--through a hail-storm, <br />And we heard the poor dears crying. <br /> <br />Half-Past-Six said--"You're a mother! <br />What if Mummy did forget you?" <br />So I said, "Well, you're their Father. <br />Get them!" but I wouldn't let you.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-family-2/
