Baby is on a wonderful schedule. Every day she eats her lunch and takes a nap. Everyday except Sunday. On Sunday her mother fusses over her, fixes her hair and washes her face and dresses her in uncomfortable clothes . . . right at naptime. That is why baby needs a church doll to comfort her little mind.
In this little bag is a baby, swaddled and warm, a bottle for comfort and a fluffy pillow in a teeny tiny pillowcase. Baby can pull them out and treat HER baby to lunch and a quiet nap. I predict that wrapping and unwrapping the baby will prove to be a tender, comforting task for a tired little person.
(From the beautiful poem Cradle Song by Sarojini Naidu)
Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fireflies
Dance through the fairy neem;
From the poppybole
For you I stole
A little lovely dream.