Body Mind Heart and Will, Mamma

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."


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