
A little shoe kept with care in a box
beside a pair of white tiny socks,
reminds me of a little baby girl
and the lullabies I used to sing.
Her first dress, now o so small
easily fits on her favourite doll.
Memories of sleepless nights
and the lullabies I used to sing.
Time runs through old calendars,
an hourglass’ sand of all mothers.
I see a growing up girl in that box
and the lullabies I used to sing
Once I helped her with her shoelaces
today I watch how beautifully she dances.
Yet, sometimes I miss the time of then
and the lullabies I used to sing.
Little girl becomes a teen, a young lady
who now and then still comes crying to me;
it’s on those moments, I have back my baby
and the lullabies I used to sing.
Feliz aniversário!
Ik hou veel van jou!



a happy belated birthday too from me 
Elisa




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