EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY
Thank you for reviving a sweet memory.
Greg will celebrate his fortieth birthday quite soon, so today's prompt was timely for me. In South Africa, where we were living then, July was mid-winter. What a lovely memory to recall! Rebecca, our daughter, was a summer baby and particularly good, hardly ever waking at night, so this is a 'Greg' memory.
The photograph is from the net but very evocative. There's even an arm-chair!
Greg was a Winter Baby, not good for night-time feeding,
So I made-up the spare bedroom with all that we were needing.
In went a comfy armchair, and a small change-table too,
In went a one-bar electric fire to stop us turning blue!
He was a bottle-fed baby. (He's forty now! He survived!
In fact, in spite of worries, he positively thrived!)
Our only light was the firelight; it gave a peaceful glow;
In fact, I remember perfection in that bedroom, long ago.
I'd sit and give him his bottle all in the friendly night
And rarely has the darkness seemed so gloriously bright.
Then I'd croon 'Bye Bye Baby' that Marilyn Munroe number,
And gradually he'd relax and comfortably slumber.
And so would I!
Yes, it's a fact, I'd sleep until the morning!
Until another feed came round, with its usual raucous warning!
Forgetting as well as remembering here: