metonymy4u

o god you sent me a sleeping child today
but two months in her cradle world
and sleeping and sleeping through all this dithering fray
of adults made manic and so frantic to get your
stroller fixed in the ambulance safe and dry
you and your father in from the cold
o there was not one concernéd cry as you held my hand
slept on and with your magic bottle wand
banished thus my tears from all the land