When I was three years old I remember my mother dressing
Me up to recite the poem –
Three Little Kittens
They have lost their mittens
And they began to cry
Oh mother dear we have lost our mittens…
Oh you naughty little kittens, then you shall have
No pie…
I vaguely remember being promised ice cream if I
Performed well
I don’t have too many memories, but this is one
I think that left the message, because of my
Naughtiness
I could not receive my mother’s love
One I would long for and possibly never find
I would be denied even a slice of pie, sweetness gone
Sour…
~~~~Like an omen cast on troubled waters
Oh child you have been smitten
Oh let me swim little baby she cries
Let me swim away
A basket cradle has been woven
To protect you child
Oh let me swim, swim away
Oh no little child you must
Wait till your arms are stronger
So rest a little longer
Rest a little sounder
One day your eyes will open wider
Floating on still waters
Denied love no longer
Sweetness no longer bitter
You will swim far, far away
Afraid no longer!
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