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ANXIOUS MAMA

Poetry By: Pratibha
Poetry



This poem is based on Kaori's challenge...She gave me this beautiful relation between a mother and her child and ANXIETY....I dedicate this poem to all the mothers, aunts, Grand mothers of the WORLD who know this word "ANXIETY" and can identify with this wherever they are, whatever language they speak, whatever culture they belong to....BECAUSE kids all over the world are same...NAUGHTY. And that is why THEY ADD COLOUR TO OUR LIVES...


WHAT IS WORLD WITHOUT THEM?

THIS POEM IS FOR MY SON ON HIS 4rth BIRTHDAY ( 19th JUNE).

Lately I HAVE BEEN QUITE APPREHENSIVE ABOUT MY UNCONVENTIONAL STYLE....I AM READING MAGNIFICIENT AND BRILLIANT POEMS AND SO I AM GETTING APPREHENSIVE THAT MINE IS LIKE A CHILD'S POEM....HEE HEEE HEEE....IMMATURE LIKE ME

I AM COMBINING FUNNYBUNNY'S CHALLENGE AND HILARIOUS'S CHALLENGE AS WELL IN THIS POEM...PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THESE LINES 'FIT'...

FUNNYBUNNY'S PHRASE FOR ME WAS - "With my heart afar, I will never be whole"

aND HILARIOUS'S LINE FOR ME WAS - "swirling array of what can never be".....

i AM NOT SURE THOUGH IF THEY 'FIT'....??


Submitted:Jun 24, 2008    Reads: 453    Comments: 46    Likes: 17   


HEY MAMA!
Look at me!!
Look at your son, Look at the "naughty twinkle" in my eyes...
I turned 4 years today and even naughtier than ever...
But, please do not worry buddy...
Let your anxious heart rest a little...
Let your anxious eyes dream about my future...
Smile...Smile please...let those wrinkles on forehead rest for a while...
Relax buddy...
Let me 'metamorphose' slowly into a butterfly...
Please stop your 'anxious soul' from breaking my cocoon...
I may never fly again...alt
Let me 'learn' how to balance...
Please stop your anxious hands to catch me...
I may neverbe fearlessagain...
Let me run fast, faster, fastest...let me fall down and get 'hurt'alt
Please stop your anxious eyes from shedding tears...

I may never appreciate the value of pain again...

Let me 'not' have food when I am being choosy...
Please stop your anxious hands from cooking something else...

I may never 'respect' food again...alt

Let me go away...go away from the cool shade of your love and shelter...once in a while...
Please stop being 'anxious' and please do not call me back...
I may always take you for granted...
I have to grow up...I want to 'grow up'...
I want to experiment... explore...sail...alt
Learn from my own mistakes...

Let me get cheated, let me lose a game; let me find my own way out...

So, smile now, MAMA...

WHERE DO U THINK I WILL GO?

WHEREVER I GO...AT THE END OF THE DAY I AM BACK TO YOU...

This little bird will always come back to you MAMA...always...alt

...to share his adventure, to take rest and get ready for next adventure...

all right MAMA? All right ?

Iwill grow up but won't be that big that I would not 'need' you...

WITH MY HEART APART, I WILL NEVER BE WHOLE...AND U R MY HEART MAMA.

My leaving you forever would be surely be ....

A swirling array of what can never be..

IS YOUR ANXIOUS HEART RELAXED NOW?

footnote : please let me know if the yellow highlighted lines 'fit'? I think they do...but i may be wrong.....





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