Layette Poems - Poems about Layette

...When Grandma died, I found some things Gifts midst tears that sorrow brings Old doll babies with twinkling eyes ......Read the rest...

...Enough Angelina, drop the bouquet of harebells. The flowers wilt as your graying hands stiffen. See, how grave is our newborn son. We gift him a black crêpe layette. Say Darling Edward,......Read the rest...

...In her layette, she looked fair. ‘Nimisha’, the parents called her. When aged five, the polio plucked the strings that her legs moved. As a stringless violin, her legs rest. In the wheelchair, s......Read the rest...