She swings it hard
Hoping I would stop
However, the creaking sound
Of the crib
Drives me insane
Eventually, I stop
Remain poised and laid back
The joy of swinging during Dashain
She stops
lets the crib come to rest
in no time frowns her face
and change my sheets again
And as soon as she stares at me
I make her swing the crib again
With the stars in the morning sky
My phone rings, and I know it is she
Like those old times, I do not shed a tear
Instead, I go back to sleep
Letting her dial couple more times
I know it has always been me
Making her frown her beautiful face
Sometimes with all those loud cries and screams
And sometimes with silence and pointless dreams
The crib’s still been swinging
I can hear the sound; it is creaking
She stares at me with kindness and love
However, the bed is not wet
I hesitate to pick up her call
