little star

 

Little star born into these world without an ounce of worry and fear,

Only to  whine, yelling, crying, vomiting, gurgling, pooping,

Small feet, small hand waving for attention,

Harmless and spark conniving thoughts in us,

A mother with the patience of a mountain,

Continuously rocking and coo-ing their little star

With a tired mind, softly whispering ” sleep my lovely little star”

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