For angst theirs against
Infants and babies shut in classes
Montessori 'holidays' means a lot
That grand-mas are the happiest
Running behind grand children
Bleating to grand-son 'yes sir, yes sir'
Towed by grand-daughter like 'little lamb'
Boasting to daughters
Their baby care olden days..
Kept running behind me
My grand-daughter
My daughter behind her
A cypher-contest finally
Caught defeated for bath
But bath-towel crying elsewhere
Escaped to rescue, my daughter
Little wee locked in momentarily
Battled on a chaos further red mouthed
Poking 'Grandeur''s tongue
Prostrating to my back 'toothsome'...
And...
Now, I am not for Montessori Holidays
mam...that reminds me of my ennai kuliyal [oil bath] which iused to resist for the seiyakkai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a sweet poem about a holiday and how it brings a day out of the normal routine to enjoy with loved ones. Fun and beautiful. 10 Karin Anderson