Tuesday, December 29, 2015


Tiny and tired, nestled against my chest,
you cried in stubborn harmony
to my Hush Little Baby.

If that diamond ring turns brass

Bounce-walking to the kitchen window,
I could see the unmowed lawn;
quietly you’d squirm.

Daddy gonna buy you a looking glass

In the hallway, I’d hum Twinkle, Twinkle,
Little Star; the buzz from my chest
steadied your breaths.

Up above the world so high

Meandering past the master bedroom,
we could see her sleeping,
barely covered.

Like a diamond in the sky

In the nursery, beside your crib, I'd coo
The Rainbow Song, home-made
and sung early.

I wish to climb you and slide so far away.
Rainbow, Rainbow, makes a happy day.

This is all my fault.

First appeared in Vayavya -  Winter 2015

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