Infant's Lovely Dreams
When those closed eyes will open wider than a wind-caressed bluebell,
something funny will make giggle as brother Bill,
and being too small to understand: you were given some very special things...
you must grow taller than the prettiest bluebell!
You long to feel warm fingers tickle your toes and caress your cheeks,
to make happy tears drip as dew from a bluebell;
isn't desire a joy that satisfies like yummy jellybeans?
O child, sleep placidly and be sweetly captured by infant's lovely dreams!
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