There was a child in the Basket
Who did not know what to do.
He sat for a while inside the big basket
While watching a movie
And looked at all the clothes
Strewn all around waiting to be folded.
He bent his legs to be comfortable,
But could not find a good position.
Meanwhile the movie went on
And his sisters folded their clothes.
The child felt like a victim
And pitied himself.
Yet, he chose no action.
Everyone left the room
And the child stayed behind,
Weeping hot tears that rolled
Down his cheeks, leaving streaks.
What to do, the child wondered.
Reluctant to give in, he persisted
To remain obdurate
Waiting for some miracle
To relieve him from his task.
But, soon, the wondrous boy that he was,
He rose to the occasion
And stepped out of the basket
And folded all his clothes.
His dresser drawers proudly displayed
Neatly stacked pants and shirts!
*Inspired by my grandson Elijah who provided the first two lines