Thursday, July 27, 2006

"Mamma"

This poem is very close to my heart and about my favorite subject :P... this one is for my precious babies! I love them more than words can ever express :)

One look from papa
One spanking from grandma
One scolding from grandpa
And that familiar wail
"Mamma"

Toys strewn all over
Running helter-skelter
For cover
His lil’ face with fear fraught

  When he's caught
  And he yells again
"Mamma"

Strokes of his crayon
Writing A B C
Smile on his face
And a Star
In his copy
And he shouts in glee
"Mamma"

Cute...sweet...adorable
Precious...huggable...kissable
Giggles...laughter
Stories of here ever after
He sighs
Sleep in his eyes
I hear it…again
As he whispers softly
"Mamma"

10 comments:

  1. southpaw (rajbir!): thanks for reading n appreciating this poem :-)...this one's realllyyyy close to my heart!:)

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  2. Oh this was so beautiful..!!

    Soecially the last stanza,

    "sleep in his eyes...
    he whispers again,mamma"

    Lovely.

    Motherhood is such a joy,no?
    Being able to create an entire human being inside yourself and seeing him come into the world and see the world through your eyes !

    Fantastic !!

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  3. what a lovely dedication to ur sweet son Ish...

    He says that cos he knows his 'Mamma' loves him alot.

    Keshi.

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  4. Wow,ishi..
    dat's a nice poem for Vedant..

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  5. hi ishita mee a first time to your page and woww it has been worth it, realy cute and bful , had that amazing simplicity which wud make anyone read this one again, take care


    vish

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  6. You have got a beautiful and pretty blog out here! Will come back soon! :)

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  7. Ishita,

    beautiful... keep it up.. I really enjoy your stuff!

    JD ;)

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  8. So sweet...Motherhood is lovely isn't it?

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  9. awww what a nice picture .. happy, smiley faces all over :)

    love the soft poem .. you mention things that every child has gone through, the star in the copy, the crayons :)

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