A ray of sun shines through the window,
Waking the baby up from his pillow,
Who lazily rolls in sheets laced with satin,
Cooing like bells at church during matins,
Loftily tolling the bells of the morning
That birds in the trees sing before soaring.
We rub our eyes, stretch, smell the clean air,
Wash our faces, eat breakfast, comb our hair,
Play with our hands, our feet, our tiny toys,
Laughing with ease, a happy, simple noise
Escaping from our minty mouths, tongues loud,
Lips contorted, merry eyes glossy and proud.
Later his cry makes mother alert,
Alarmed in her apron while making dessert,
The baby kicking and screaming to be held,
"Rock me and roll me", he begged, he yelled,
Back to the bedroom they go, farewell,
Dimming the light as they settle to dwell.
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