St. Petersburg, Russia, 1996
Whose World Is It?
When a little girl is born
With a developing brain already so complex
That it coordinates two eyes which stare intently at the face
Of the mother,
And then that brain directs the mouth to suckle at a nipple,
Whose world is it?
When a little boy is born
With a heart that has already been beating for months,
And hopefully will continue to beat for three-quarters of a century,
Whose world is it?
Those tiny feet, that later learn to walk,
Shall follow an ancient trail,
And shall seek to explore.
Whose world is it?
John Slade
Woodgate International
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