The cheerful child becomes grumpy
when sleep catches up;
He rubs his eyes and nose
Whine, uninterested in anything.
The wailing child becomes silent
When placed in the cradle to sway;
To sing a lullaby, the baby sleeps.
The entire house falls silent.
Amid the outer world's din,
The tinkling chimes at intervals
Make the baby feel calm.
An hour and a half passed that way.
Before an alarm blares,
The child begins to cry and moan,
With all chors come to an end.
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| (my nephew Kavin quietly sleeps in the cradle) |
Even i want to sleep like that now :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poeem!
ReplyDeleteKavin has a very special cradle ~ your wonderful words expressing 'baby life.' ~ namaste,
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
The child will sleep comfortably in that cloth cradle. My sons slept in such cradle too.
ReplyDeleteGreat lines.
ReplyDelete...some days I need to take an afternoon nap!
ReplyDeleteI like the poem and the cradle...
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely way for a baby to sleep! Unfortunately the pop-up ads on your site are very distracting.
ReplyDeletebest... mae at maefood.blogspot.com