I love the way he looks at me With his bright black eyes I love it when he kisses me And talks of the things he likes Making a milkshake or his favourite cake Gives me immense pleasure For I’m sure he’ll devour it saying…. I loved it and I love you too mother I love it when he rushes to me With school stories galore Stories of his friends and foes And tiffinboxes with delicious toasts I listen and savour This childhood phase of his immensely For, I know only too well That this phase like all else is temporary Soon he’ll enter manhood And with his new found responsibilities Memories of his childhood Would ( for him) become a distant memory? But for me- MOTHER….. It will be etched in memory for a lifetime And I will be ever-longing To just hear him say “I love you mother”I - Sathya Venkatesh
Dear Sathyavenkat, If this is your own poem, great! Bow You have brought out in simple expressions, how we enjoy our children's stay with us ! Once they leave our nest, it is only memories that we will carry life long ! They are too busy with their own lives, understandably. Still we love to talk about their younger days ! Love, Chithra.
dear sathya, you remind me of a poem by a mother in hindi during my 10th and she also described a little like yours, it is amazing what all you can put here, and anything is not enough to show the joy that you get while looking at your child clinging to you begging you to be the companion of a phase he and you both would cherish,in that hindi poem she says why i need to see the world your eyes are sun and moon why i need a kashi yatra when you can wet me here and give me the bliss, why i need to look the beauty your smile can give it all, and it goes on the rapport of a child and mother one cannot bring it into words..each one is a beauty of its own,, very nice here are the words..sunkan
Wow, Sathya , yet another gem! You bring it all out in such simple form, the love of a mother and also the acceptance when he will not be there anymore as our Child..... Well i can vouch and say the same goes for girls, i mean daughters.....only difference, since they are would be Mothers , they still can and do show and say their love more eloquently then a son! But lovely poem.....keep tehm coming! All the very best!
Dear Chitra, Its a great pleasure to have your comments on this poem which I wrote. Yes, we'll have only memories to cherish once they fly out of Bowtheir nest. - Love sathya
Dear Sudha, I wait for your FB everytime as you are so prompt and lavish in your praise . I agree what you say abt daughters being more expressive in showing affection -love sathya