tiny yawns and sleepy sighs
nursery rhymes and pink pink colours
soft kicks with piercing cries
the obvious lot of a tender princess
nature owns her alot.
where she arrived to dwell
a homely fragrance!
familiar scent of newborns
of oils and baby lotions
amazingly the joy is come.
of new chores and nursing magics
homely baby girl,
she attacks the nipple with mild force
she curls in the tender palm of the mother,
the second womb of the human seed
light passion ardon the faces of grandparents
because the tiny human is here.
washing napkins or changing diapers,
truly the chores have changed.
still keeping awake all night
to rock the crying princess
is the mother's love, worry and joy made in one.
No comments:
Post a Comment