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Thursday 12 July 2012

Dayadi


She measures height
how far she’s come
this magic-bean baby
playing with theories of relativity
not saying but wondering
'When will I catch up?'
in the ways of sisters,
measuring the timber of rivalry
against me;
but she’s come far
from cradle to crawl
stumble to sprint
from lift-me-up
to ‘I will reach your shoulder soon’;
come night, though
she turns into baby
takes womb-shape
and I can't stop kissing
this made-for-love girl. 

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6 comments :

  1. Sending kisses to all your girls, lnr grrl

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  2. and kisses to all three of you sharon

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  3. Really enjoy your poems. I can sense what you mean. - Nilu

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  4. You sure love your daughters, which is very nice.

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  5. Daytime devils transform into nighttime angels....when they sleep! Its the turn of my grandkids now. For the first time in a long time my 3 girls are here with their kids and its run-like-mad-round-the house time once again. Thanks for aptly articulating the thoughts of all parents in one go!

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  6. Good to see you commenting again, Malinda.
    Appreciated!

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