Happiness as tenuous as a baby at rest
Plushy and tranquil
Held on one’s arms with tenderness
And regarded with a benevolent smile as it lays with ease
A glance at its countenance quashes all negativity
The despondency once felt seems fictitious in the pages of the past
And the mind is imbued with naught but harmony
Allured by this alleged ‘baby’ at rest
All is tranquil, even if it’s for a short time – All is tranquil.
By Daniella Djiogan