African Lullaby

To me, poems are like old friends. Sometimes, we leave them, and it's such a pleasant surprise when we run into them again. I was so happy to find this poem that I loved reading to Michael when he was just a baby!

Someone would like to have you as her child,
But you are mine.
Someone would like to rear you on a costly mat,
But you are mine.
Someone would like to place you on a camel blanket,
But you are mine.
I have to rear you on a torn old mat.
Someone would like to have you as her child,
But you are mine.