Handle with care

From the brisk morn till the sunset,
even during midnight, when there
is a lull around her,
She would hold her baby
Or rock the cloth cradle,
whisper with kisses
in fondling terms,
her fragile baby is motionless,
forever asleep,
“handle with care, for
my baby is tender and soft,
she would suddenly awake “,
she would meticulously instruct
her surrounding kith and kin,
they know it is only a toy,
ever since delirium stuck her
after her still born child,
they all handle her with care.