My World

My World short poem

My world is with you as you hold my hand
Kiss my brow, and run in the sand
Leave a fresh coin under my pillow
Tell me a story so I will swallow
My peas and my porridge and my fish and my milk
Your hair all around me – a curtain of silk.

Tell me Mama, will you always be there
To tuck me to sleep with kisses and care
To make me a dress with raindrops and love
To sing me a song of the soft feathered dove
Tell me tales of wondrous far away lands
Make me dolls of cotton with your clever hands.

Take me with you Ma wherever you go
You match your quick footsteps to my pace so slow
As I watch sun dried leaves spin in the breeze
Wander off the stone path into the trees
When I grow to be a woman like you
We will live in this cottage just us two.

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asoke kumar mitra
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wonderful………imagery worked so nice here. little bit heart wrenching write……….

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