The warm lap
A kiss on the golden-red cheek
That hand, anytime
Those assuring eyes, holding
The chirpy giggle
A naughty twinkle
That small stepped-run, wild
Those cajoling clings
The clock has ticked
Wonders the grown
That kid is lost
with the flower just sown
-G Singh, 21st Nov 2008, San Jose, California
Where that soul talks...
1 comment:
And before we would've known
The days were bygone.
Beautiful.
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