My
little one was feeling low, she said she didn't know why
First
she was sulking, and then began to cry.
I
wrapped her in a soft quilt, hugged her for a while
Read
her funny Silverstein poems, till she began to smile.
I
tucked her in her bed, snuggled and held her close
Then
hummed her a lullaby, kissed her little nose
Now
my little one is sleeping, so peaceful and carefree
I
wish someone could along and do these things for me!
(wrote this after putting Nia to bed one night when she was 9 I think. Its amazong how real sequence of events can lend itself to poetry)
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