“How’s my brown baby doing?”
“He was a bit quiet”
“You have to remember to give him milk…”
“What do you mean?”
“He needs attention..you have to go to him and give him his
milk. It has to be precisely at the same time, just the right amount, and the
right temperature…..”
“I want them to be independent. Not incapable infants.” Papa
grunts.
I saw my baby Cyclops rolling with his brother, they seemed
happy without me.
I saw my baby alien with his smell-brother playing
peek-a-boo.
I saw my ladies-in-waiting flanked together.
….and I saw Papa and his babies huddled in a corner playing
with his magic mirror…
Independent you say? My babies are independent! It’s yours
that utterly can’t function without you.
Hmmmph silly Papa.
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