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Thursday 28 May 2015

Child Care in Day Care

Here’s an infant’s view about his working mommy and day care center:

Mommy is working,
I am left in the hands,
Of an unknown caring.

To fulfill all demands,
And dreams,
This is a step towards
Our fulfilling gleam.

I like being with other infants,
Like me.
I also made a girlfriend,
Of age three.

Mommy is now always on her toes,
With her tight schedule and woes.
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2 comments:

  1. Unknown28 May 2015 at 22:21

    First I like your thought of writing a poem on this topic...nicely written...but it seems like a little incomplete...that something more could be added to the poem. And I think it could be more captivating. Some more feelings could be attached.

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    1. Neha23 June 2015 at 11:08

      Yes, you are right. Actually this poem was a part of an article written by me long time ago... I will rewrite it soon.

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