O bright thing with smooth round bulb
How my daughter loves you.
Just two days from her birth
To you she became constant and true.
Sun, then moon, then sun again,
She kept you between lips pursed.
Hiding her smiles in mellow sedation
So, your existence couldn’t be cursed.
More and more she loved you
Waking at night if, out of her crib, you fell
Her parents, liking sleep, gave to her
Six of you and it worked like a spell.
Until she lost all six. Then,
her parents decided to give her only two
and deprive their daughter’s face of them
Except while sleeping. How new!
She’d lose them in the night and scream.
So four months later, her mother dear
Cut your bulbs clear off and
Showed her daughter with much fear.
Her face! That little girl!
When you she could not savor
To the trash she took you
with tears for her betrayer.
Puzzlement and horror
turned to deep despair.
Her little mind could scarce believe
You were no longer, for her, to care.
Twenty minutes she sobbed
Her mother held her tight.
Until she finally laid down,
Fell asleep. What a sight!
Her rosebud mouth, pink and sweet
Soft as she slept serene.
All night she slumbers now. Whoot!
Her parents still think it’s a dream.
