written for Jingle poetry potluck
The spoilt crayons here and there
The smell of mud and dust from your hair
The bubble bath, those rhymes and everything
That soccer like eyes and the lullaby I used to sing
That little pillow, the mickey mouse and choco chips
The baby cereals and the fruit jam on your lips
The tiny seat of the bicycle and small cars all around
That unnoticed painting on my white wall and your giggling sound
The swings in the park, Noddy’s Toyland, the story of a knight
The scent and shade of your childhood that I clutch so tight
These memories are a few favorite things that let me live
Darling I am made of you; I am made of the love that you give.
20 comments:
Aw, fabulous Celest!
Nothing more joyous than the love of a child than maybe a mother's love.
Oh so beautiful doc! :) It just reads perfect, nothing more favorite for a mother than her child's love! Enjoyed the visit!
My Potluck Post. It's Random This Time.
awww how sweet!!! :)
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/16/hola-lola-a-next-story/
A mother's love for a child.. the undying and unconditional love that exist... Beautiful.. *eyes misted* well-written..
lovely...
mother/child bond is unbreakable.
A++
Sweet poem loaded with images of childhood. Especially like how you bring it together at the end. Satisfying!
precious..
well done.
such a cute boy you have- thanks for coming by baishali..
beautiful.......
Wishes to your kid:)Make him read this poem some day:)He will be glad!
oh boy, so sweet and wonderful! :)
Glad to see this up at Tuesday Thankfulness.. Indeed, this is one thankful and touching post.. I just can't help but read it the third time.. :) *HUG*
now I really miss my daughter!
^ Thank you so much everyone. I am touched at all your comments and response.
The little guy of my poem is a teenager now, a 14 year old, my best friend, taller than me and very often acts too big for his boots :-) ... but very much a strong and steadfast pillar beside me at every step of my life, sensitive and protective to my every state of mind. :)
My motherhood is the best thing that has happened to me and those early childhood memories are the most precious gift that I could ever have.
Lovely images of childhood drift into the poem supported by the comfort of a mother's love.
Being a mother is one of the joyous journey in her life. A mother can feel their lives by nurturing their children. And there was nothing in our heart but all goodness that we can share to our children. You are both lucky to have you each other and binded with your great love. Thanks for sharing the inspirational poem. I can relate it.
big smiles. i feel much the same about my two boys...nice write...
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So beautiful.
Here is mine http://meirozavian.wordpress.com/2011/03/16/1124
Bless you.
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