From the day You took hold Of my hands Nothing has been the same. You turned my world Topsy-turvy – But Hauled me with you To a new place. Though time flew past You signed every stage For me to remember During my old age. If only I know Your course in life I’ll clear the path To give you a smooth ride. But the future my son Is what you make Seize from me All you want to take. I keep my fingers open For you to walk away I’ll keep my fingers open For yours to interlace yet again. Run into my arms I’ll hug you to ease the pain Run into my arms Let’s fall and laugh wild Run into my arms Every time you make me proud Run into my arms Anytime you remember me.
it is but a tip of an ice berg u have explained in ur narrative way simply superb add more here.....regards sunkan
Hi Vidhya, That was a touching poem. Whatever you wanted to convey , I hope has reached the your son, if it was meant for him. Rgds, Malathi
---Thanks Chitra. I believe that all mothers are the same. Though i used to tease my mom a lot earlier now i think I am like her too.
Hi Malathi, My son four and a half. so he is not old enough to understand what i wrote. I realise that even at this age he has developed a kind of individuality. so i think i was basically visualising how its going to be soon.
