The pitter, pat of little feet
the sound of a baby's heartbeat
soft cooing in the morning air
calming hour for the parents
2 am rolls near
Wailing screams are here
Mother mones as she rises
It's feeding time
Rocking gently to and fro
soft lips pressed to a busom
cradled baby in her arms
silence born within a moment
The little one is sleeping
Allowing mother to relax and dream
But silence will be broken by baby's cry
When it's time to feed once more
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