Treasure….

This is my post for one-shot wednesday…hosted by Pete Marshall this week…

sorry this poem is kind of long…but hope you  like it…

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Treasure

The first time I held you

In the crook of my arm

My little pink bundle

You let out a yawn

And I thought you were

The prettiest baby there was

When you were toothing

You would chew my chain

And sleep with your head on my shoulder

When you could crawl

You looked up at your dad

And trailed him everywhere

When you came down with a fever

You would cry and scream for me

To stay by your side till you sleep

I can picture your warm brown eyes

And your sunny summer frock

As you look guiltily up at me

Covered from head to toe in mud

I think of your pigtails swinging

As you chase the butterflies

And I smile thro’ the kitchen window

As you laugh and dance around

You turn at the school gates

And looked worriedly at me

I smile and wave you on

When in my heart

I’m as worried as you are

I soothe you thro your tears

When your heart is broken

for the very first time

I wished that I could hit

The boy who had hurt my child

I wipe a tear and clap so hard

As you hold your degree high

Smiling widely in your graduation robes

One day after work,

You stand at the kitchen door

I know there is something

You’d like to tell Dad and me

The doorbell rings

And a tall handsome man enters

If we would agree, this is my groom

You say…I glance apprehensively at your father

Then I look into your man’s eyes

I see his love for you shining there

And then I hug you and smile thro’ my tears

My baby is all grown up

4 years later

My baby chases her own little one

And I look back to the day

To see a child with flying pigtails

And one day

When I grow old and die

You would cry by my graveside

But here I am

Standing by yours

My arms feel so empty

And my heart is so heavy

As I think of what could have been

And I give you up

A day after you were born

Memory of the Tune

I read her words
and remembered my old friend
Sitting idly in my loft
Its been a while since the last day
I lifted the cover gently off her
And loving cleaned her with a cloth
I sat before her
and ran my fingers
adoringly upon the strings
I prayed once before I began
The gentle strains fill my home
My mother looks upon us in glee
My father stops his reading to look as well
I felt happy that I could still play
And I thank the words

That brought me to this…

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Firstly, thank u Purple Drizzle for ur poem ‘The Guitar Weeps’…it reminded me of my veena(an indian classical instrument) and i played it for the first time in over 3 years….it was like meeting a long lost friend…thank u so much:)

This is my poem for <a href=”http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-shot-wednesday-place-to-share-your_10.html”>One-Shot Wednesday</a> hosted by<a href=”http://dustus.wordpress.com/”> Adam Dustus</a> this week

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I’ve included a sample of the beauty of the veena.

Swirling Sands

The sand swirling around

stretches for miles

the heat beating mercilessly down

with no relief in sight

Little bits of green

Struggle to poke thro’ the ground

A lonely snake

Swims across the sands

As a tribe of Bedouin

Travel proudly by

When night falls

The critters start their melody

As the cold winds silently creeps by

The brilliant moon suspended

In the clear sky

Throws light upon

the arid beauty of the desert

Lying uncovered and vast

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this is my contribution for One Shot Wednesday, hosted by Adam Dustus this week!