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“Whose child is this?”
We asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
“Mine”, said the parent with a tender smile
“Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should”
“Whose child is this?”
We asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
“Mine”, said the teacher with the same tender smile
“Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school”
“Whose child is this?”
We asked once more
Just as the little one entered the door
“Ours” said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took a hand of the little child
“Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever.”
<B>Natasha Julleekeea & Satyam Ramcharan, Teachers, N.Saddul G.S</B>
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I came as tomorrow
Swaddled in innocence
To your warm lap, father,
As cosmic blessing,
Without your choice or mine,
Destined to update, with time,
Our family tree,
But before my voice breaks out
And puberty ripens for procreation
My cradle toy time,
Your lewdness cuts short
And teen/daughter pregnancy
Becomes my transcendence-
Our home a lewd shed
Where beasts lie.
<B>Yoonoos PEERBOCUS</B>
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