Sonnet: Dear Child

Sweet girl, firstborn in an alien country! ’Tis sad your parents now cannot rear thee; Grandparents tend to thee- aren’t you lucky? Your mom and dad miss thee so miserably. You breathed first air of a foreign country! Be happy breathe you now your Moth’rland’s air; Maybe, you miss your parents’ luxury; Tho’ life to you has been unfair, ’tis fair! The water you now drink isn’t very clean; The food you take, less sterile than you should; But bless’d are you, amidst a loveful scene! Whatever happens now is for your good. Pity your parents, who are unlucky, And miss your screams and smiles and lullaby! 9-8 -2001 by Dr John Celes To dear Annika