THE SOLITARY SLEEPER

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(With due apologies to William Wordsworth)

Behold her, lying in the cot

Yon solitary loveable lass

Turning and dreaming in her sleep;

Stop here or gently pass!

 

Alone she sleeps as serene as can be

And thinks of naught as yet

Waking, with peals of laughter

The mischief for the day is set.

 

No nightingale did ever chaunt

More chirpy trills to her ecstatic folk;

No chubby feet did tread the floor

Amidst gurgles, rhymes and chokes.

 

                                                                                                 Freepik

Will no one tell us what she sings?

Perhaps the wordless mumbles flow

For a world so fresh and wonderful

For her to live and grow!

 

Whatever the theme, the baby cooed

As if her song could have no ending;

We saw her chirping, loud and clear

And o’er the windowsill bending.

 

                                                                                                  Charatoon

We listened, motionless and still

Without a sound did we tiptoe,

The music in our heart we bore

Long after it was heard no more.

                                                                                           LovePik

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  1. Such a sweet poem. I am sure Wordsworth will not mind.

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