Baby...

Baby...

My frisky babies my pesky babies
Hiding behind the sofa...
Biding their time
Leaping out at mamma
My lovely babies
My lively goblins
Mamma is also marking time...
Stay safe,
and adorable  ones,
Though I keep complaining
grow up already
Take your time...
Maturing like vintage wine
To a ripe old age
Preserve the flavors of younger days
Of sunshine hiding in darkest corners...and shadows of divinity. ...in fresh hearts and minds.

Your laughter melting off the walls ...painting them creamy with delight...peeling away flakes of dirty sadness
From hidden corners of my hopeless mind
The air I breath
Is crisp with your alert eagerness...my younger days relived
My pace briskly apes your joyous haste
And every nook and cranny of my house is soft with love and delicious with abundant  Innocence.

I'm bouncing on  a luxurious trampoline of tons of toys
A veritable gala of untidyness
Constantly amazed!
By your  untiring efficiency in making a mess....

Till bedtime...
And I am not marking time anymore
The heartbeat of my house  quietens
to a whisper
And is more alive...than
Before. ....

Your relentless expectations of
Storyville...
Drive me insane...
Then...

My raucous babies...cooing and chuckling in chunks of merriment..
Gurgle pleas
"Maaammma ? Is it very laate?
Is it time to say Gooood night?
Cant you wait?"

Yes....babies....
It is Very Late!

And yes ...babies
Mamma will always wait....
If it takes an eternity
Or...more
Mammas,
They like to defy fate.

Now to bed!
And while you sleep...mamma shall spin on her wistful mental loom
Threading and looping her loving heartstrings
...hoping dreaming wishing
Praying.....
Your awesome vibrant future in.

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