(from a baby's perspective)
My mother picks me up
On listening my cries
I snuggle into her
Waiting for a sweet lullaby
But there comes none
I look at her hazel eyes
They are red and not dry
Has she been crying?
She is speaking something to me now
She does this often
"Oh my lovely baby,
I met a little girl today
She had dreams in her eyes
In her I saw me
When I was a little...