Kid, stand on your own and become a full human!
I wrote this poem for my two kids. They have grown up but they care little to read my poetry. I know one day they will appreciate my feelings.
Please write your comments. I want to know whether the kids are same around the world, when they are born and as they grow up.
After months of waiting...
After months of waiting you fell to this Earth:
Your mom cried out like wolf: she took another birth.
By the poke of needle your soft limb ached ; You shrieked.
In the bedside cradle then you were rocked.
I remember you were reddish after a tepid wash,
tender, strange to this atmosphere,
and cocooned in your own silence while the feverish
lamps burned away in the latenight-flare
Mouthed to the breast you drew it with a grasp
as if you had known this for years: In sleep too
would you lick your instinctive mouth; in crisp
lips you'd grip the soother that was let into.
You resembled a navigator...
You were pretty gifted new to us as this world's yet to you:
Flighty birds, nightly stars, moonlit skies made you blink.
From the windows wide you'd eye at the broad blue
fields of daylit horizons. You'd not feel or think
how seasons changed as you grew. Petrified,
awhile, with the sounds, you'd quickly sneak
to the rattlers: Like the primitive man, stupefied,
viewed at the rising sun, wakeful you'd seek
to know what's in your innocent way. You resembled
a navigator who explored the seas and sailed:
You'd catch watch & muse at the things in your feeble
imagery and ignore them behind as your thought failed.
You've grown enough to stand on your own...
The drizzle of fall and whistle of wind and
the glistening green of ruffling leaves or sounds
of clouds made you gaze in a maze. We'd stand
on your way to find what's on in your petty head-bounds.
From my back you'd peep & laugh with your mother:
Giggles filled the home. Bored with toys, crawling,
you 'd undermine this & that: not to smother
you, we'd pull them off leaving you brawling.
And NOW, after months of waiting you've fallen on ground
as you toddled and hurt your knees: Tread around
in slow paces and balance yourself, kid, you've grown
enough to stand on your own and become a full human.
After months of waiting...By Ernest F (Own work) , via Wikimedia Commons
You resembled a navigator...By Nevit Dilmen , via Wikimedia Commons
You've grown enough to stand on your own...by Salvatore Vuono via freedigitalphotos.net