Me, The Big Girl Now Mumsy!

Me, The Big Girl Now Mumsy! short poem

“A kid’s world, when growing up to be a confident girl, after passing the toddler phase”.

I am such a big girl now, dear mommy
Yippee, I can play with me now so easy
But, I still love your warm fond hugs…
And still enjoy our jolly giggles silly.

A steadier me, do you see.. but you still worry,
That my steps are wobbly, and that I may fall
Be rested, it’s time now, to share the joys
Merry beats and play, fun’s now on the calls!

I am a big girl now, growing up ever so fast ,
I have new tricks, in my fine little bundle..
Elfin antics, frolic games and nifty crafts,
Your anecdotes now, even more fondly coddled!

I plan now, new surprises to make you smile,
Wonder when I study, shall mommy be proud ?
I try to copy my mommy’s unique fine styles..
For I know, mommy could never go too wrong.

Someday, my dreams and paths may take me far,
Then, I will be your loving dream, the good pearl
But I shall be ever aware, of the one easy path..
Whenever, I need a fond, warm and easy curl.

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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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asoke kumar mitra

the form and style is very new. loved your write.


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