“Fiddlesticks And Memories”


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fiddlesticks and memories;
little baby, me, and stories.
i tell her fairy tales.
she listens, very well–
about princes and princesses;
kingdoms, toads, and dresses.

fiddlesticks and memories;
little baby, me, and music.
we listen to children’s happy songs–
the rhyming beat and tune.
she likes to sing;
her mic, the spoon.

fiddlesticks and memories;
little baby, me, and toys.
she plays with dolls and a playhouse–
tea parties and slumber sessions.
i’m forced to join her
and her little ploys.

fiddlesticks and memories;
my little baby has grown up, you see.
the tiny bundle of endless joy;
already starting to fight with boys.

my little baby is starting
to be a tiny version of me.

–Diwa

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