Hello, [name] speaking

The crib is a gentle place Hide within the covering Remember the melody slow The softest of songs unreal Wrapped up into a world Youthful eyes glister Withheld from the drear Every parent knows that tragedy hides Round every corner in this place Weirdly stalking, it does its thing Like a mountain lion it goes about Though it does it most ominously For when you are watching, it just stands there Moving the ever so slowly, but in fact, at its own pace Watch him carry a son's love into the world wide open Notice that when he winds up the Chattering Teeth The toy you bought him rings out like an old turn dial Number thinking becomes a thing of wonder Labeled to the very land line phone Sounding in a place called original home Hear the family voice in reply In a dream where we are in the past Listening for the one to answer

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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