all of the
grand babies
cousins
from
near
and
so far
meet in one box.
all on one continent together
for the very first time.
and it is a summit meeting
of the highest order
where they
talk about
important things
like
should we go climb in something else?
do you have squirrels or kangaroos where you live?
can you read?
how old will you be when it’s your birthday?
can you ride a bike?
does anyone know where my sippy cup is?
in an instant
they know
they are
all
one family.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars. E. M. Forster