aunty's watch was worth more <br />than a thousand battery driven watches <br /> <br />it afforded us the golden moment <br />to snuggle up into her warm arms <br />to help her wind her time, to hear her <br />tell us the story of the day <br /> <br />going to sleep even then <br />was a more affectionate <br />affair that sticks to the heart <br />to this very day <br /> <br />babies now sleep <br />in a piece of cloth <br />worked up and down by a machine <br /> <br />we slept in one swung by <br />the pure love of mummy <br />and to the precise rhythm <br />of her spontaneous unmatchable lullabies <br /> <br />and massaging granny <br />was an hour of little tugs <br />from our little fists <br /> <br />today's granny well all they <br />do is sit on a computer <br />driven massage machine that neither talks, <br />nor give them hugs<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-day-charms/
