Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Dainty Picnic By Sanjana Mahesh


Dainty picnic laid in a field
The daisies hum and the birds dance to their tune
No movement just a snapshot
Mama’s face lingers in my palms lovingly

The daisies hum and the birds dance to their tune
The curious of age of just three
Mama’s  face lingers in my palms lovingly
I flounce an arm’s length away then trounce back

The curious of age of just three
Like my purple ball, I bounce
I flounce an arm’s length away then trounce back
a boomerang, I return

Like my purple ball, I bounce
but comfort draws me back in her arms like
a boomerang, I return
the way wind returns to clouds

but comfort draws me back in her arms like
Inseperable from the very start
the way wind returns to clouds
Together they build a castle for ants

Inseperable from the very start
their hands always smile in each other’s palms
Together they build a castle for ants
Making a grass palace fit for the queen

their hands always smile in each other’s palms
Giggling spirits in sync
Making a grass palace fit for the queen
Building loving memories

Dainty picnic laid in a field
No movement just a snapshot




2 comments:

  1. I like how this poem makes me think a lot about my own mom. It is a very happy poem, keeps the optimism going throughout your story. I love that! Can definitely relate.

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