IN THIS SIMPLE POETIC WORK, FR. EUGENE REFLECTS OVER THE FACT THAT EVERY ADULT BEGANAS A LITTLE CHILD.
MY BABY
You have a mild and a kind baby
The child you saw the day you were born
Now has grown as if no more a baby
Since God sent you to this world as a child
Fully grown, now we ask, where is your baby
Hope the sweet baby is still alive
Then never mind to let go like a child at times
And to giggle and play awhile like a baby
Then mind not to chat and laugh child-like
And to sing and hum awhile like a child
Is your young chap still alive and new
To know, visit your true friend far or nigh
Only your lover can awake the baby in you
There you joke and play like your child
And awhile rest or sleep off like a baby
By all means do not kill that little kid
Hates not work is toxic to your child
Or even tends to bring out the beast
Your baby lives very close to the beast
But only care can keep your fragile child
So see whether love can work at first
Since for humans only love works aright
Try to wash the baby and throw the dirty water
Throw not the baby and the dirty water away
The baby is your baby; dirty water is dirty water.
Never a good thing not to feel a baby at all
No matter who you are, first you’re a baby
When you’re sick, you return to a baby
When old or weak you turn to a baby again
And become the child of your children then
Since God made you first a baby
At times pray, learn and like a child cry
Do not be a bad child, the teacher’s worry
Beware, the beast is a man of this world
While the baby is the sweet chap of heaven
BY FR. DR. ALOZIE EUGENE I.
(Eugenic Anthology)