Innocence peeps at me from behind wrinkled cozy quilt,
with a hope to be cuddled in my warmth.
with a hope to be cuddled in my warmth.
Tears plead for a humming lullaby,
to drift back in dreams.
to drift back in dreams.
A kiss from the bed-sheet crease,
leaves its impressions on plum cheek.
leaves its impressions on plum cheek.
Sobs lean with open arms yearning to be held;
leaping compassionately at me….
leaping compassionately at me….
It is this beguiling moment, when I discover the mother in
me;
the vulnerability of duo, that completes me….
"Endearing" is the word...and the most beautiful picture to compliment
ReplyDeleteOnly a real mother can write and feel this way! Kudos!
ReplyDeleteAgree with Tashu about the picture...