To The Little Angels

Muttering half a syllable on repeat with a mouth that has only a few teeth they fit into my lap like it were a throne giving the purest of the looks. Some run, and some ask for stories while some are happy with a cuddle and a million of kisses They sleep with their heads rested on my chest - little rascals that still wet their beds! Fairies and imaginary dragons are totally there And wonderlands where chocolate ice-creams are grown on the trees with rivers of fresh strawberry flavoured milkshake flow with ease. Little angels on earth, who make everything better Can you see from their eyes? Even your oldest furnitures are objects of wonder - 'Here's a chair', you say to them, 'look a chair - that's a chair' - keep cooing until they say - 'clar' - So wrong yet so right. Blessed be these idiots who poop in their diapers. Souren Mondal January 8,2016