It is a feeble noise soft and shrill
It is something of a sob from afar,
It evokes a sensation of chill,
Keeping us in cold so far.
It is a cry of a child a little away,
The little one must be in unbearable pain,
It is an uneasiness which she cannot say,
She sheds tears like an incessant rain.
The mother could not calm her down,
She did what she could in full fast,
The child continued to cry in a drone,
Making everyone sad in aghast.
It went like that for a short duration,
The child then gradually stopped wailing,
The mother fed her on and off without affectation,
The child then dozed off in a smooth sailing.
The mother then breaks down uncontrollably,
Slides down the aisle suppressing her fears,
Holding the little one to her bosom closely,
She sings a lullaby brushing aside her tears.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Child’s Cry”
The pressure on a parent to address their child’s pain is very great and adds to their stresss.