Six months back, I was born -
A small bundle that was held with fond
Close to my parents’ heart
that gave my life a treasured start.
For six months I stayed with them
Sleeping more and with occasional rolls
Thrilling them with toothless grins
And drinking milk most of the time
Now the time has come to run around
And to graduate from milk to grain..
Soon I will be walking and running
And playing and learning
As I travel the life’s lanes
And then time will come
When I become
A Mom – myself!!!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Ishika - my daughter..
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Oh! What a beautiful poem. The other day my son asked me several questions about how babies are born and then after a moment's silence he said "When Anika has a baby you will be ajji ( Grandma )" and surprisingly I was delighted by this thought.
You write well and do sooo much thinking about life and death. Wow! Deep stuff. Good luck with the blog, keep it up. I'll be reading again. See ya!
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