Body Mind Heart and Will, Mamma
January 20, 2026•78 words
By Ilyas. K. P. A
The sweet little one took his naughty noisy bath,
Combed his hair that were jumping here and there,
And put on his ironed, stiff uniform.
"Mamma, they think a happy disciplined boy I am.
But wash my heart and apply that scent,
Bath my mind and cloth him too,
Comb my will and set me free.
Lest I go swirling, whirls galore.
Make me steady
Before you kiss me good bye for the day."