Twin babies were talking
Snuggled up in the womb
Heads bumping, legs tangling
‘You’re taking my room’;
‘Uh-uh,’ said the other
‘It is you in my space;
Hey, do you buy into
Life after this place?’
‘Of course,’ said his brother.
‘There is life after birth!
Right now we’re preparing
To live out on earth!’
‘No way,’ said the younger.
‘You will have to agree,
There’s nothing more after--
For what…could it be?’
‘Perhaps,’ said his roomie
‘There is leeway and light;
In here, you’ll admit
It is dark and it’s tight!
And maybe, just maybe
We will walk on our feet;
For all that we know
We will drink and we’ll eat!’
The doubting one chuckled;
‘That’s the utmost absurd,
Nonsensical notion
I ever have heard!
This is all that there is;
This is all that we need!
We’re too wobbly to walk
And the cord gives our feed!’
Then shaking his head
With a thumb-******* snort
‘There’s no life after birth;
The cord is too short!’
His big brother held fast
With a kick to his rear;
‘I think there is something
That’s diff’rent from here!’
‘Fat chance,’ said the younger
‘There’s no more than this sac.
And what proof do you have?
No one’s ever come back!’
‘Perhaps they don’t want to.’
Responded his brother.
‘Perhaps, they’re caressed in
The arms of their mother!
Perhaps she is singing
A lullaby tune
In a soft rocking chair
‘By a big harvest moon!’
The younger twin gurgled
And wrinkled his brow
‘If there is a mother,
Then where is she now?
A mother’s a folk tale,
A legend of lore
Please read my lips brother
This is it, nothing more!’
The big brother scolded,
‘Stop making a fuss!
If there was no mother,
There wouldn’t be us!
She’s all around us
It’s in her that we be;
I’m sure there’s a next life,
And mother’s the key!
She’ll tend to our hunger
Our tears and our thirst.
I already love her
And speak to go first!’
The younger one let out
A tantrum boohoo
‘You always go first;
I’m telling mother on you!’