Oh my children, why?
are you complaining, falling, screaming
when i need your help
with Borrioboola-Gha, the venture
for which our funds have dwindled.
Oh my children now be silent
I have letters, motions, ink on paper
to win support for Borrioboola-Gha
for the heathens, souls of south
we still can save.
Oh my child, you are too selfish
how can you marry
when we have meetings, tea to drink
to benefit the mission
Oh my children don’t you see,
compassion growing for
the places where you never been?
A second Persona poem for KB’s prompt at dVerse to write a persona poem. I took the persona of Mrs Jellyby in Charles Dicken’s novel Bleak House.
January 12, 2015