Hush baby hush

Summer time and cotton high and the

Song goes for the baby in cradle

Hush baby hush

No!

No sneezing now

No coughing either

Hush baby hush

Your dada’s sleeping an’

Your mama’s missing

Shopping

Meeting a lover

Meeting a friend

Who cares

She has dada’s credit card

Dada’s sleeping with dreams

His mistress

No sneezing now

No coughing either

Hush baby hush

Killer flowers can’t get you

Hey fever is temporary

Like everything in life

Cotton is no more

Hush baby hush

New episode of the latest craze on tv

Your dada’s phone is ringing an’

Your mama’s messaging is spiralling

Out of control

Like everything in life

Cotton is no more

But

You remain fragile so

Hush baby hush.

August 17, 2019

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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