Attachment Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Attachment is the umbilical cord
All of us had from our mothers
From where the nourishment accords
To make us grow into each other.

Without that first human attachment
Perhaps our race will never be
'Amoeba's all', would be the statement
So weird it earns sheer nullity.

By race, Attachment laid its claim
To our color, blood, tradition.
Attached to genes that we may blame
For our poverty or health condition.

Attachment is the mark we carry
In all our lives in this earth,
For we are men who dwell in society
Attachment was there since our birth.