Rekha's Musings

A Baby’s life, is no Child's Play
We’re squeezed and squashed, all thru the day!
We are two, they are a dozen, we fear
It’s no less than a Military Station here!

“Go down for a napie!!”,“Wait, it’s time for a snackie!!”
“No sleeping yet; where is your burpie??”
The food too, is boring bland – measured to the last drop.
At any gourmet place, it’s sure to be a flop!

Mama’s the Commandant charting our day
Evenings are with Dada to cuddle and play.
Aaji, Ajoba, Dija, Dadi like to show us off
They go click-click every time we giggle or laugh.

“Her eyes are sparkling stars” they gush.
“His smile all dimpled diamonds!” shush-shush!
Cutie-pie, Sugar-plum, Honey-Bunny, names we share
Even Georgie-Porgy and Miss Muffet! How dare!

Shobhana and Nadine enjoy our chatter – ‘Angee angee angee’
Xylene quickly preps our bottles, “Are they Angree or Hungree!”
Sylvia and Malou love to dance and sing,
While we do the trot, and join in the jig.

On second thoughts, we’re having a ball
With the whole world at our beck and call.
Uncles and Aunties all go coo-chi-coo
We look into their eyes and blubber ‘boo-boo’.