It’s a girl! The words which in an instant Rebirthed me, as a mother. The inexplicable feeling of joy That no words can describe, Which filled my being As I gazed into those Impossibly bright eyes of My daughter.
The first smile, the chortles, The pigtails, the shaved head, The play dates, the story times, the sing-alongs, the sand art….. the precious memories That fill my heart with love For My daughter.
A friend, now, Someone with whom I can Sit and gossip, Over a cup of hot tea. Independent, yet someone Who cherishes her bond with me. My daughter.
You make me proud, Just by being who you are. Mere words cannot Express the love I have for You, My daughter
Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the
Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay
I mawkishly effeminate sentiment, memories plucked from wood and field merged in a sentiment of unutterable sadness and compassion microscopic minuteness of eye, misgivings of grave kinds mockery crept into your tone, molded by the austere hand of adversity moments