GROW GROWLING

As infants
We
Cry incoherently
But the message is
Plain -

"Give me food"
Our mother feeding
Us expects no return
Except the coo of
Love when we
Gaze upon
Her.

When we get a little
Older our mother
Expects a thank you
Once in awhile - and
Hugs.

Then comes that
Fateful day when
Mom says,
"Wash the dishes" or
Dad says,
"Mow the lawn" and
We head back to the crib and

Forget how to
Talk and we
Growl
But we mean
In our meanness
"What? You want me
To do
What?"

Seems like many
Kids these days
Expect the bottle -
Cars, clothes
Whatever and
Do not expect to
Give back.

How will they
Ever learn to
Give to their
Kids
Employers
Spouses?

Does our heavenly
Father
Exist only
To hear
Our babble for baubles
"Give me, give me"?
From his children
Childish
Doltish adults?

03/15/04

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