If I were given a chance
to change my life -
I wouldn't...
for my life is beautiful...
my life is blessed...
my life is a dream come true...
and my life can never be more special
than what it is now....
because my life is you...
Happy 13th Anniversary, my dearest...
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
It is their hair that I smell...
It’s strange when I think about this –
But, I have been asked by my friends, oh so many times,
“You must be missing your children so much…”
To which I would reply –
“Yes….”
And silently I would say to myself –
“Yes…I miss the smell of their hair…"
Because…
It is their hair that I smell
When they kiss my hands and I lean over to hug them…
It is their hair that I smell
When I lie down beside them,
When I twirl their hair,
When I kiss them goodnight
Every night…
It is their hair that I smell
When they wake up in the morning
And when I have to carry my sleepy-eyed babies into the shower…
It is their hair that I smell
When I help them get into their tops
When their heads struggle to get through those tight collars…
It is their hair that I smell
When I bend down beside them to help them tie their shoe-laces…
It is their hair that I smell
When they hurt themselves
And I give them a hug
When I try to comfort them…
It is their hair that I smell
Every time we say goodbye
When I hug, kiss, and finally let go of them…
The last thing that I would remember of every parting moment –
Would be the smell of their hair…
And because of that –
It is their hair that I smell…
in my dreams…
But, I have been asked by my friends, oh so many times,
“You must be missing your children so much…”
To which I would reply –
“Yes….”
And silently I would say to myself –
“Yes…I miss the smell of their hair…"
Because…
It is their hair that I smell
When they kiss my hands and I lean over to hug them…
It is their hair that I smell
When I lie down beside them,
When I twirl their hair,
When I kiss them goodnight
Every night…
It is their hair that I smell
When they wake up in the morning
And when I have to carry my sleepy-eyed babies into the shower…
It is their hair that I smell
When I help them get into their tops
When their heads struggle to get through those tight collars…
It is their hair that I smell
When I bend down beside them to help them tie their shoe-laces…
It is their hair that I smell
When they hurt themselves
And I give them a hug
When I try to comfort them…
It is their hair that I smell
Every time we say goodbye
When I hug, kiss, and finally let go of them…
The last thing that I would remember of every parting moment –
Would be the smell of their hair…
And because of that –
It is their hair that I smell…
in my dreams…
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mother's Day...
The sun
the rainbow
the ocean breeze
the shooting stars...
I wish for all of these... and more
for all mothers -
glorious... as the morning sun
beautiful... as the colours of spring
gentle... as the receding waves
magnificent... as the lone star on the darkest night
wherever you are...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY...
God Bless...
(Specially dedicated to Mommy and Mak - with love, till the end of time...)
the rainbow
the ocean breeze
the shooting stars...
I wish for all of these... and more
for all mothers -
glorious... as the morning sun
beautiful... as the colours of spring
gentle... as the receding waves
magnificent... as the lone star on the darkest night
wherever you are...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY...
God Bless...
(Specially dedicated to Mommy and Mak - with love, till the end of time...)
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