Sleep Baby, Sleep
Her new baby, pink and warm
Sleeps a baby sleep, dreams a baby dream
With cherub open lips from her milky breast
Secure, safe, clenched finger peace
In an aroma of baby fragrances
Irresistible to the twitching night visitor
That rests on the small smothered face
And feasts on a gnawed new-born nose
Before the brown rat’s tail trails, slithering
Around the chubby chin before silently departing
Through the open nursery window
Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines 29th July 2012
From : The Shadow of a Dead Child
This is a blog of poems written by A H Mills, who currently lives on Boracay in the Philippines. Curated & uploaded by one of his daughters because, although he can email, he can't comprehend how to blog. Please leave any comments or suggestions you have here, I'll be sure to let my Dad know.
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