Today I hear baby toys, bells and rattles, jibber-jabber between her and them, twinkle-twinkle played on cassette-player until quiet.
It’s been a month and I can tell she’s better off with them. I thought I’d live next-door, have my life and listen, maybe out the corner of my eye I’d watch her grow but recordings on blank tapes from Woolworths will have to do, I’ll just sing-along.