Old and Young!
granning and childing
Babies twain have I at home –
Senior one groping her way to eighty
And the younger crawling towards her year,
Not much of a difference though!
With spare teeth they nibble
Over food and sleep they niggle;
No time for myself to spare
Inadvertently, they just don’t care!
Altering between tub and diaper
Constantly I cut a caper;
Meagre clothes giving them comfort
They toddle within our greeny fort!
Sponge bath and a hot bath
Freshens them up respectively
With all make up done
They glare at me respectfully!
Their TV views offer me some respite
And their sleeping time is my recreation
Otherwise on toes for them
Offers me the solace of a dual mother!
Holding an aged hand on one side
And tender fingers on the other
The miles of my life I traverse
Speaks of the volumes of my love
For my old mother-child
And my own baby-child!
Thank I, my Almighty,
For blessing me
With two generation of blessings -
Both old and young alike
Bridging the gap!