Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Child Of My Child - Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

My child's
Adult now
And child
Of my child
You're grand
Ray of light
You're my dream
Coming to life

With every move
A pleasure to watch
You graciously pluck
Harp of my heart
It keeps on vibrating
And music flows
Fills all corners
Space now resonating.

Sweet one
This is true
What you say
I tend to listen
What you do
I tend to see
When you smile
I tend to laugh
When you cry
I'm deeply moved
When you sleep
I seem to pause
When you paint
With colorful paints
I tend to imitate
To create art
That will remain
For generations.

Little one
Your wave of hand
Has all the grace
Of a magical wand
At blink of an eye
Worries vanish
And eternal peace
Takes its place.


Comments about Child Of My Child by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

  • Rookie - 175 Points Angelina Holmes (5/19/2014 8:31:00 PM)

    Cute play on words :) Very nice. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,091 Points Patricia Grantham (6/4/2013 6:01:00 PM)

    I believe that you are writing about a grandchild that
    holds a special place in your heart. A child has a way of
    tugging at our heart strings as we watch their every
    precious movement. An adorable write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 5, 2014


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