A child is born on kedre <br />Of the great heavens above <br />The ulcer of the dark days <br />Sets to be soothed this day. <br /> <br />A fair gourd, mild and on high <br />Breaks into a tender phase <br />That little fingers may dip <br />Also, into the goddess' soup.<br /><br />Igwe Kalu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xv-a-golden-orb/
