Treasure Island

Blossom Mist

(24 February 1978 / India)

A Mom’s Delight


As I stared outside, listening to the rain song
When you finally announced its time for you to come along
You came like fresh air, with rosy lips n cotton candy hair
I saw u smile n cry, watched you sleep as I sang a lullaby
You bloomed with rising sun, each day with you is fun
You grew like vine, filled our life’s with bright sunshine
The way you moved n kicked, aw how the little fingers you licked
The sparkle of your teeth, the dimple of your cheek
The twinkle in your eye, made my sorrows fly
Oh when you spoke on the day of June, I said to myself, my baby grew so soon
The way we walked, n as we play with the big red bunny or soft clay
The big plans, the small talks, to lift a mount, or write with chalks
The time flies by and we bask in a shimmering hue
Each day with you becomes a memory so rare n true
When I look at your radiant face, tears of joy flow thru my eyes
I am grateful to d heavenly sky, my baby you and I share a bond sacred n high
You are precious to me as pearl shining on the dazzling moonlight
I pray dear God, my angel, gets success n happiness infinite
My whole life has now become an awesome treat
You my angel made my life complete

Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011

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  • Joy Jacob (3/12/2014 4:19:00 AM)

    Excellent poem. So beautifully written, it brings out emotions to the full. (Report) Reply

  • Blossom Mist (1/8/2012 9:18:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Kee Thampi, I wrote it for someone really close to me! ! and it was for her Baby only! ! (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (1/6/2012 8:41:00 AM)

    the sparkle of your teeth, the dimple of your cheek
    The twinkle in your eye, made my sorrows fly
    Oh when you spoke on the day of June, I said to myself, my baby grew so soon
    The way we walked, n as we play with the big red bunny or soft clay
    The big plans, the small talks, to lift a mount, or write with chalks
    The time flies by and we bask in a shimmering hue
    Each day with you becomes a memory so rare n true
    real to wording...nice poem (Report) Reply

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