Unaware of the chaos

The pitter-patter of the rain,
The blowing of the wind,
The noise all around,
Seemed unfamiliar to the newly born.

Yet,when would he hear his mother sing the lullaby,
He would blink,
And his eyes would beam with joy.

There seemed to be something special about her voice,
That made him believe was his own,
That even though,he had never heard it before,
The comfort it bought,vanished all the fears
that were provoked by the chaos
on the other side of the door.


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