A dad for him!

He looks in awe… so small and fragile
Delicate 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
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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.