From the Non Local

Would it stir your heart,
A tiny baby in your arms,
Reaching for your long nose,
Or the top button of your shirt,
Haltingly, call your name.

How would it make you feel,
To watch him feed on my breast,
Spilling milk,
Make a gurgling sound,
And fall asleep.

Won't you swing him in the air,
Play with him,
Take him to the park,
While, I sit on a bench,
And thank God,
How kind he has been to us.

Do you remember how as children,
We would rush home,
After playing in the sun,
Dirty, hungry, wanting to see mum,
I wish to be that lady in the apron,
Who wants her child to eat well,
And her man to love them both.