
They call to me..
Both arms flailing,
With curiosity...
I doubt I know..
But because she's wailing,
To her I go...
Curious eyes on me..
I take her in my arms,
And I begin to sing...
Why dost thou cry?
Mummy sees you in distress,
But she doesn't see why...
Mummy's special girl..
But of the wonder in your eyes,
Mummy sure can tell...
#SladenSpeaks
#IfWordsWereNudes
#PalNet
Written for @theinkwell's poetry challenge Week 5