Child Hood+like Poem by Kehinde Margret Makinde

Sweetly celestial calls chant their charms
through mortal cells they grant prayers
Of an anticipating mother or father
Yearning for the cry of a child
Soon the joy is announced
Gestation comes in hail
By the fetoscope
By continuum
they know

Song sails
Straight home
Where cradle is
Readied and desired
For tender cry of young
From invocation to the lullaby
None has simple whiff of life's zeal
Breathe sails full edge to explore goal
Its heart pins life's art to give as to acquire


Child physically flowers within as glow in each spark
Culturing Friends from noble and primary stead
Sprouts in need of pollinators and serenity
Oh, It knows no path grown-ups sowed
In sail of tears, fears, and sweat
Unaware of the reason to sob
"Soon the child would see"
They say
With nipples,
With feeders
With lullabies
With toys
Soon the child within
Inverts its mind from it
While the grown-up reveals reliance
The trap waits with the baited societal crumbs
Soon the scrap is fully sought by enthusiastic fads
Now soon bubbles, puff, surf, and whiffs
Generously kissed by the air, sun, and earth
Joined with seconds ceremoniously laid in six feet.