This prose was written in the midst of child-rearing. The times we thought, would be frozen forever.
When we thought we’d stay in pampers and pureed foods till the end of our lifetime…
It is to be noted that it’s the one and only time I wrote a prose in English.
Sweet worries
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Hush little baby
Please, don’t drive me crazy
Hush little baby
Oh! Beautiful as a daisy
A gurgle
A yawn
A bottle
At dawn
A smile
To forgive
A hug
To forget
A yawn
At dawn
The bottle
Is warm
I cuddled
My bundle
And time
Was mine
Hush, little baby
Please, don’t drive me crazy!
Hush little baby
Oh! Beautiful as a daisy
I hope you enjoyed this little moment of innocence and softness.
I enjoyed it very much. You captured a lot in this poem–love–sounds that are dear and those we dread. Lovely lullaby.
Thanks, you’re so kind! I appreciate the comment. Have a happy holiday