Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

November 23, 2010


My little Girl is-
A  little  jay-bird
A Butterfly with neon blue dappled wings
Dancing in the Clouds
She wants to call out
Fluffy snow dolls
As they float away 
Hold in her hands
Chocolatey elephants with creamy Snouts
And climb over Marshmallowy Mountains
As her anklets jingle.
The grazing cows,the lazing dogs,
The floaty moon, the Golly wogs.
Petunias and Pansies
Dahlias and Daisies
Especially Fairies.
Dancing on Cottony Mounds-
Wearing White Silken Gowns.
Pretty Plaits.
Ruffles and Lace.
A house made of Biscuits and Lays.
Flowery Shampoos.
Curls and Tattoos.
High Heeled Shoes.
But Momma is so Bad.
She says Ananya muffin
That is a Pumpkin.
No it will not turn into a Chariot 
Even with your Wand.
Now go and have a Bath -FAST.
Why are Moms such Dargons??


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