Lullaby for Batliboi

There's a girl i know

Cool as snow

She runs through the day

She's made of clay

Her form magnificent

Her laughter consistent

I write a lullaby for this child

Who's heart is wild

She's a thinker this one

Oodles of fun

Big girl pants

She lives in the city

Has big plans

All bundled up in her kitty

Creative perhaps

But in between naps

I wonder when she dreams

Is the world more magical

When she wakes up...is it an escape..a sabbatical ?

Perhaps she's free at mind

But what of heart?

There's been more to the girl right from the start

She moves on a different plane

Her rhythm is new

Not many can keep up, only a few.

She looks great in shades

She calls a spade a spade

She's funny to the bone

Humor in the zone

I could tell she's a spitfire

A free spirit or longing to be

But perhaps thats not for us to know...not for us to see

So i close the door behind me

As she shuts her eyes gently

A whole day ahead of her

A world of possibility

But tonight she rests

And dreams of the best

And as a smile spreads across her face

The curtains flutter..to keep pace.

And in the silence of the night

She becomes one , at peace .

What a sight :)

Because I promised I would :)