Posted on January 11, 2014
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Over 22 years ago, when my daughter was born, my mother gave me a sheet of paper I still treasure.On it she had handwritten two passages from a book of poems about children. You may recognise the verses – they begin:“The sleep that flits…
Category: baby, child, Gitanjali, Love, mother, mum, Parents, poem, poetry
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