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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FAMINE ON A SCHEDULE, by HELEN HARDMAN
First Line: Hungry, little fellow?
Last Line: When the clock strikes two?
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Hungry, little fellow?
Last Line: When the clock strikes two?
Subject(s): Mothers
Hungry, little fellow?
Fathomless blue baby eyes dart about,
Reproachful with expectancy;
Little inimitable baby sounds
Gurgled between pink cramming fists
Alternately coax and scold;
You tempt me to break schedule,
But --
No, no, that fuzzy bite of blanket
Just won't do --
You will have to wait until
The clock strikes two.
God, what do all the mothers do
Who have nothing to give their children
When the clock strikes two?
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