A New Baby

You made me a little sofa for my dollhouse, With a piece of cloth and an empty matchbox The other day was the doll’s wedding, a happy time Then you cooked me rice pudding in little saucers There was a small bed also, in my dollhouse, lovely and cute I was waiting patiently to ask you for my next thing To knit me a dress for the doll, and I will gift it to the baby. The sunlight gradually gets condensed and thick The sunlight reflects on the murmuring tree leaves And the sunlight reflects on your dark, black hair; You unconsciously let your hair fall to its full length And you were knitting a garment, with warmth and love. For a new baby, a new member of the family, much-awaited. The little one will warm every chord in these winter days.