Sunday, September 19, 2010

To my grand-child

Twilight hours...........
The warmth and hues of the rising sun
A new day....!
The new borns' charm
With all her sweetness
Beaming into my eyes...
Here am I,
Holding and caressing you...
With pride befitting a grandma.
Sleep my sweet child sleep
To wake up to the promises that future unfolds....
May each day without a ruffle
Unfold the notes of the sweetest melodies
To take you far ahead
Higher and higher.............

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