Layette Poems - Poems about Layette

...Grandma Lulu loved to knit. She was the knitting queen. She has been doing this for ninety years. Click. Click. Click. Click.Click. She lived in a house full of yarns. Baby yarns, skinny yarns......

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

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...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,......

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...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......

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