Lost in thought, on a lazy afternoon,
Her recent past flashed by then,
Seemed like time went by, just too soon,
Scooting by were her unfulfilled yen.
Cajoling herself out of day-dream,
She wondered, if she was a recluse,
Awakened from the stupor by a scream,
Tempering him became her excuse.
Dashing up to the source of cry,
Unevadeable responsibilities in her tow,
Picking him up, nimble and spry,
For she was a mother now!
She loved his every little freckle,
Smothered by loving pecks, she was,
Her life now had become a speckle,
Of little milestones and a lot of pause!
How do you come up with these, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet poem, especially the last stanza. :~)
ReplyDeleteWow...a story of life beautifully put down. Good work. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice! A gentle and charming poem...
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to mother and child. There's nothing more precious than children being brought into one's life. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry it has taken me so long to reply. My family has had the flu and is still trying to get over it. Hope all is well with you. Have a nice day.