A mother croons soft lullabies
but still her fretful baby cries
He has been fed and topped and tailed.
But everything she tries has failed.
He will not sleep although he should
It is as if he understood
his mother lacks experience
and cannot tell the difference.
Between distress and cussedness
Her baby’s trying to impress
on mother that he will not do.
As his mother wants him to.
But Grandma’s made of sterner stuff.
She knows her daughter’s had enough.
She bids her daughter go and rest
and she will show that she knows best.
She gently rocks him to and fro
he has no choice he has to go
. and soon he’s sleeping peacefully.
Another little victory
for grandmama’s old fashioned ways.
which she has had since younger days.
When she too lacked experience
but was not short of common sense
His mother heeds the experts view.
But grandmas know a thing or two
The child care experts of today
are mainly childless any way.
They may be college qualified
but haven’t had their patience tried.
By a babes refusal to
do what the books say he should do.
12-Apr-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ivor! Great poem, can't beat those grandma's and their expertise! *10*! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad