How are you?Are you eating well?Taking care of yourself?Asks your teddybear… Is your blanket comfy enough?Pillows nice and soft?I won't let you cry alone,If you'd take me down the loft… How is Barbie doing?Did she get together with Ken?Or was it more complicated,Than Tea parties at ten? Where is dinosaur and robot?And the mini soldiers … Continue reading Teddybear asks…
Category: Poetry
Collection of poems composed by my daughter Avani
The Call
"They passed away last night."The first thing I manage to sayAnd so comes the loud "What?!"Followed by a tear down my face. Then comes the silenceAnd you feel further than ever beforeYou then say "I'm sorry"Yet there's nothing to be done anymore "Is there anything I can do?"And that's when all hell breaks looseI wish … Continue reading The Call
I’ll stay, Mother Gothel
I'll stay in the tower, mother;If it means your love is trueIf it means you'll be there for meAnd I'll be there for you. I'll let you use my magicIf you love it with my darknessBelieve in my dreams, mother,And your beliefs I'll harness. Bring me a lantern, mother,To match the light within meI'll keep … Continue reading I’ll stay, Mother Gothel
Home is…
'Home' is where the journey startsThe businessman explains'Home' isn't foreverThe beggar says plain 'Home' is your sacred spaceThe teacher will teach'Home' is where God isThe priest will preach 'Home' is with you and the kidsGrandfather smilesYes, 'Home' is where love isGrandma replies Dad says'Home' is where you don't have to be so strongMom says'Home' is … Continue reading Home is…
Dreams for sale!
Dreams for sale! Dreams for sale!They're cheerful and thrillingAnd scary and bone - chilling Dreams for sale! Dreams for sale!I've collected them from the wisest birdsAnd strung them carefully together with words Dreams for sale! Dreams for sale!Some of them are for the nightsSome are for those aiming for the highest heights Dreams for sale! … Continue reading Dreams for sale!
Spilled Artworks…
I spilled a glass of waterIt dripped down from the deskIt ruined my artwork“Oh, what a mess!”I am disappointed in myselfFor being so clumsyI go to fetch a mopBut I come back to see,That the water has made a patternI guess everything happens for a reasonMaybe I should wait a whileWiping it down will be … Continue reading Spilled Artworks…