Abode of the babies, I am

Cosy and soft

Like that of their body-

Too tender to touch

Too frail to hold.

The first home to them, I am.

Protective and safe

Both rely – the mother and the child

For I’m too easy to swing

And the child too easy to be caged.

I’m the only world they know

And the ceiling, their only sky

As the mother hums and sings

They gaze at the white bounds

With sparkling little eyes.

Cry, the babies on my chest.

My sheets wound around them.

The mother then takes them by her arms

When calmed and asleep

They’re put back into me again.

Locked in the dark attic for ages

Revived when new lives sprout

I’m welcomed along with their little steps-

Cherished and embellished

And forgotten with the passage of time.

Very nice visuals. Well done.