Smile, My Sonshine

Smile, My Sonshine short poem

The baby hands, snugly in mine..
Someday cool, caressing my cheek,
Someday, fists waving, amidst tears..
That’s how, I reminisce the baby boy.

The gurgling laughter, the cooing songs..
The rocking dances, the running games..
Mom’s time had no go, but to be lost
In the whims and fancies, of the toddler boy.

Mommy’s the best, to be flattered for a smile.
Hugs and cuddles, as a trophy for mama’s time
Freaky stories, about bad wolves and pirates,
Intriguing comfort, when mama narrates.

No problem too big, till mama gets disturbed,
Superman mom, can solve this, play that, anytime.
Streams of tears, when mom just does not get it,
For mama should get it, on seeing the boy’s tears.

Life is all yours, indulge it, with your dreams.
Mama shall be here, there for you, when need be.
Let mama be your strength, and never you fear,
The best sunshine for mom, is your happy years.

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Swathi Rao

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A few words strung together on inspiration, or a few thoughts penned down for clarity. A hobby that has consistently matched to represent the inspirations in me. Most often, they are from incidents and trends happening around the world, books or articles that I may parse through, or some noble cause that had greatly impressed me. I have been writing poems, and short stories, since I had been 6 years. Music and poetry walk hand in hand; good music, good poetry shall always stay my favorite pastime.
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