Here I have taken just a trip through the memory lane.
No school days! children
Rouse not; hugs eyelids, sleep; they
Refuse parting with.
Once out of bed the
Legs seek ponds for bath; kids and
Water gaily play.
Scarlet become kids’
Eyes, brick red turns water; on
face Dad has crimson.
Bush gifts a stick to
Dad and uses he to stroke
The thighs, eyes flood tears.
With smile and towel
Mom wipes water and
wince; kiss
She gifts lovingly.http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteThank heavens for mums! YAM xx
Beautiful! I could visualize the scene.Moms are balms for the wounded spirit
ReplyDeleteThank you,Partha.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Partha.
ReplyDeleteLovely haiku, Sarala. You paint the imagery effortlessly. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Vinita.
ReplyDeleteThere is a version that moms spoil the kid .
ReplyDeleteIn a way it is correct, but the degree of spoiling will be less, but gain will be more.thank you,Anil.
DeleteLovely and a touching poem...
ReplyDeletethank you,Vinita.
ReplyDeletebeautiful memories narrated in a poem
ReplyDeleteThank you,sm.
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