The baby cries for food and drink
Whilst the adults wonder what she thinks
Why does she cry some of the time
Overtired is probably the sign
Then food comes her way
She kicks her legs as if in play
A big smile lights up her face
Gone are the tears without a trace
She taps the table all happy
Now she’s alert and snappy
But soon after the tears come back
Maybe she tired or a play-friend to lack
Out in the buggy for a walk she goes
The fresh air brings sleep to sow
In the land of nod is she
Where everything makes sense for her to see
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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