A midnight recital
At 11 p.m, the tot announced
Wailing away,
It was that time of the night
for some father-son ballet.
Steps and leaps,
And Pas de basque, well,
He executed them all,
Holding the bawling rascal.
Like a desperate, two-left-footed
Margot Fonteyn.
Pirouette and Arabesque
He tried in vain.
At 12:30 a.m
when the dear devil did tire,
They fell asleep, the ballerinas,
Scion and sire...
P.S:
(If you're wondering where the mother was all this while,
She slept through the routine with an amused smile)
posted by oormila vijayakrishnan at 9:50 AM
3 Comments:
Such a lovely thing to say...and the sonnny boy is looking so blissful next to papa :)
Sonny boy is the most restless sleeper on the planet. He gets up toward mid-night every night and nothing short of a ballet recital ( courtesy the father) will help him go back to sleep...Ah! I forget the days when I slept blissfully...
Lovely poem...
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