TIME
Would that time had no passion for pace
It too, felt jaded, it too, felt laze.
Mom's lap of luxury still be mine
Humming crooning lullabies
She is a mellifluous singer
Soft rhythmic taps, affectionate kisses
My childhood would linger.
Four-limbed hopping gosling
Yells and screams
Crawling, I would ramble over
To my dreams.
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