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Bubbles
He throws silly paper balls at her
Then chortling with joy, falls over her
She's tired but just can't get angry with him
Loving the laughter, and the eyes twinkling
His laughter surrounding her like water bubbles
Soft and delicate, making her forget her troubles
A low sweet laugh, that fills her heart to bursting
Making her feel that the world is the colour of spring
Used to the grime of life, this happiness scares her
But her son wipes away the grime with a tiny ball of paper
Ouch! she tries to dodge another paper ball in vain
And the bubbles surrounded her again...
~Anamika
© 2008 Anamika
Water Bubbles by Anamika is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License
Then chortling with joy, falls over her
She's tired but just can't get angry with him
Loving the laughter, and the eyes twinkling
His laughter surrounding her like water bubbles
Soft and delicate, making her forget her troubles
A low sweet laugh, that fills her heart to bursting
Making her feel that the world is the colour of spring
Used to the grime of life, this happiness scares her
But her son wipes away the grime with a tiny ball of paper
Ouch! she tries to dodge another paper ball in vain
And the bubbles surrounded her again...
~Anamika
© 2008 Anamika
Water Bubbles by Anamika is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License
She loves that loving feeling!
She loves that loving feelingWashing over her, like a warm wave
drowning her heart in its wake
lasting but a few moments in time
or moments that last a lifetime?
Oh those moments of sunshine and bliss
when he offers his cheek for a sweet kiss
or wraps his arms around her, crying mummy
or falls asleep on her shoulder, tenderly
'tis love that she is feeling, and
oh! she loves that loving feeling!
~Anamika
© 2008 Anamika
She loves that loving feeling! by Anamika is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
A dad for him!
He looks in awe… so small and fragileDelicate little fingers and toes... it's his child
The father sits in a window… oblivious to the world
Looking down with a smile … at his pink bundle
Peeking in with curiosity, is a little boy full of wonder
Wondering at the man's love for the wrinkly bundle
Ah! This must be the man the kids call a dad
Wonder where I can get one for me, just like that!
Suddenly it strikes him… it's as simple as that!
He turns around and runs home as fast as he can
To ask his mom, that the next time she goes to market
Instead of chocolates, can she bring him a dad?
~Anamika
© 2008 Anamika
A dad for him! by Anamika is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
Flowers of wonder
The little boy plucks up a wild flower
Holding its beauty, filling up with wonder
Slowly the boy plucks at a petal
To hold it and discover its center
He wonders how it sticks to the flower
The petal, and so he plucks another
Soon all the petals are lying torn at his feet
As he stands holding the center smelling sweet
Still trying to puzzle out its structure
He tears opens the flowers' center
Releasing a million threads to the wind
Fluttering around like a butterfly's wings
Yet he is not sure he understands it truly
So the boy sits himself down in the valley
And plucks.... another flower….
~Anamika
© 2008 Anamika
Flowers of wonder by Anamika is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
Holding its beauty, filling up with wonder
Slowly the boy plucks at a petal
To hold it and discover its center
He wonders how it sticks to the flower
The petal, and so he plucks another
Soon all the petals are lying torn at his feet
As he stands holding the center smelling sweet
Still trying to puzzle out its structure
He tears opens the flowers' center
Releasing a million threads to the wind
Fluttering around like a butterfly's wings
Yet he is not sure he understands it truly
So the boy sits himself down in the valley
And plucks.... another flower….
~Anamika
© 2008 Anamika
Flowers of wonder by Anamika is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
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