BABY SITTING

Of all the pastimes and of all the leisure
This one I quite relish and even treasure

It’s a route to return to one’s childhood
An experience so nice and just so good

Being near to babies, meeting their gaze
And exciting them, imitating their ways

Trying to know of their smiles and cries
By reading the expression of their eyes

The way they move, the way they turn
Amount of attention they tend to earn

Seeing them shaking and also clapping
The grief and tensions take a swapping

Getting submerged in their flash of joy
For in their company, one always enjoy

And letting your fingers into their fists
Their grip’s almost as soft as the mists

By losing into their infinite expressions
Just can’t come out of the observations

It’s feeling the paradise being with them
Their complete craziness, total mayhem

Their noises, the giggles and the voices
The heart loves, even the soul rejoices

They are so sweet, sweetness emitting
It’s the divine pleasure of baby sitting