Beside the mother, safe, secure,
The baby gets to know the world,
By watching everything, she does,
And learns to walk and talk like her.
The mother teaches baby much,
Perfecting it in everything;
But then a stage comes when the babe
Is on its own, just like adults.
How soon the interaction ends
Depends on how the babe is taught,
It’s learning speed and mother’s time,
Mom’s patience, dedication, love.
To start with, baby copies mom;
Mom encourages it to learn;
Her body language helps a lot;
Her warnings bake the cake alright.
The mother’s teaching methods click;
She knows her babe’s psychology;
The baby reads her mother’s mind;
The teaching-learning art succeeds.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 23-06-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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