“Plight of the Paci-Polisher”
Added 2020-07-23 13:57:49 +0000 UTCIn the night, absent of din,
A tiny creature’s meddlin’.
From within the shelves and drawers below,
Emits a warm and soothing glow.
“Soothing glow”, how apropos,
For a soother is where this pixie goes.
But why a soother, does one ask?
For thats the pixie’s nightly task.
She wipes and cleans and rubs away
The soiled remnants of the day.
She works beside the sleeping waif,
Her job, to keep all babies safe.
But she doesn’t only cater to
Tots and toddlers under two.
She also serves an older set,
who’s infancy is kept secret.
Some who need a break from strife,
The daily stresses in one’s life.
Or don’t feel whole beneath their skin,
Or the cruelty of the world they’re in.
So they keep a paci on their tongue,
Recalling when they once were young.
Their longing may seem infantile,
But the pixie cannot help but smile.
She does not judge the baby’s size,
She’s only there to sanitize.
Besides, she likes to do her part,
Even to babies young at heart.
