Pushed in their buggies or prams
by mum power,
wrapped in their finest
autumn toggs
gurgling,
Aaaaaing
Eeeeeing
Uuuuuuing
pure vowels,
who taught them to sing so?

Like empty books
but with knowing smiles
what will you write?
on their tiny pages
surely not;
today’s dark ages.

Wojja Fink

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-books/