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Published On: March 20, 2020 04:38 PM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

The Swinging Crib

The Swinging Crib

 

 

She swings it hard

Hoping I would stop

However, the creaking sound

Of the crib

Drives me insane

Eventually, I stop

Remain poised and laid back

 

She stops

lets the crib come to rest

in no time frowns her face

and change my sheets again

And as soon as she stares at me

I make her swing the crib again

 

With the stars in the morning sky

My phone rings, and I know it is she

Like those old times, I do not shed a tear

Instead, I go back to sleep

Letting her dial couple more times

 

I know it has always been me

Making her frown her beautiful face

Sometimes with all those loud cries and screams

And sometimes with silence and pointless dreams

 

The crib’s still been swinging

I can hear the sound; it is creaking

She stares at me with kindness and love

However, the bed is not wet

I hesitate to pick up her call

 

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