This rose in my heart when my sweet grandson left me to move with his mother after a period of four months from he first jumped into this beautiful world.

The sleeping night lamp
And the dry bed nearby ,

The still cradle rope,
With the twisted lips
The weep you filled the air,

The clinging laugh
you make, when the belly
shys with the naughty touch,

The murmur of lallabee
That lays on my sweet lips,

Everything above were dumb
like me when
My dear! Oh! my dear!
When you were ready with your
packings , to move to your
mother's house

My dear! Oh! my dear!