Warm baby rub...nasal spray...some saline drops,
Some more crying .....wheezing.. and sneezing!
Cough...fever... and tissue papers piles,
The never-ending mucus from a tiny nose is amazing!
Stuffy nose...gasping breath...little lips open wide,
...restless sleep... interrupted by cough and crying;
She wakes up tired.. frustrated...angry,
...and then needs lot of pacifying!
Drool on the cheek is cute...
...until it gets to a deluge,
An occasional barf is a different turf,
...until it becomes a sludge !
Past those mountains of soiled clothes...
across the stream of diapers;
...finally catching some peaceful Z's,
clutching her fuzzy bear...
..wrapped up in her pink blankie...
with tender loving care...
(Do you still need a photo to picture this :) ) !
4 comments:
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wow! i can actually imagine a kid like Anusha in front of my eyes...cold and cough even irritates grown ups like us... :(
good ,it it gives a clear visuals baba
Quite a start into the world of poetry....it is true...inspiration can come from anywhere...
Very good description of how it is when the wee ones are not their extra-energized selves.
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