Kid, stand on your own and become a full human!
By Rathnashikamani, 6th Mar 2011 | Follow this author
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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.
Images:
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
Comments
6th Mar 2011 (#)
Beautifully written. I don't think children really understand their parents until they become parents themselves.
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6th Mar 2011 (#)
Well said Dafeenah!
Thank you.
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6th Mar 2011 (#)
Beautiful, Rathnishikamanin, and heartfelt... Great share..
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6th Mar 2011 (#)
You're always welcome to my poetry garden Song'bard'!
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6th Mar 2011 (#)
As a man in the U.S., I can opine that, yes, they are the same. Father to father, I know you know, there is no forever comparable to those tiny fingers gripping one of yours, showing you where to go. Nice write!
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6th Mar 2011 (#)
Thanks for your valuable and kind words. Fathers are same anywhere.
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7th Mar 2011 (#)
Excellent poem devoted to kids. Thank you Rathnashikamani
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8th Mar 2011 (#)
Thank you too for your time and comments.
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8th Mar 2011 (#)
I really enjoyed your poem, it was so heartfelt and I could feel your love and your admiration for children shine through. They will one day notice. Just keep on writing. As always, thank you for sharing.:)
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8th Mar 2011 (#)
Denise,
Thank you for your compliments. They will one day notice. That instills hopes in me.
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8th Mar 2011 (#)
Lovely poem, full of heartfelt sentiment. thanks for sharing with us :)
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9th Mar 2011 (#)
Brian,
You're most welcome to my poetry.
Thank you for your time and comments.
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8th Mar 2011 (#)
Inspired poetry. Heartfelt - rouses the most tender emotions. Keep them coming.
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9th Mar 2011 (#)
Steve,
Your comments make me more poetic.
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10th Mar 2011 (#)
Wonderfully written, we all have been someone else's child.We can only hope to do the best we can in the given circumstances and hope our children will understand.
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10th Mar 2011 (#)
Jarman,
Thank you.
I appreciate your observations and comments.
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10th Mar 2011 (#)
another If. like it.xx
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13th Mar 2011 (#)
Blossom,
Thank you.
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19th Oct 2011 (#)
very beautiful ! reminds me of every stage my kid went through. Its a joy to see a child grow. You narrated it in a very lovely way !
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6th Jul 2012 (#)
Heartfelt! Thanks for sharing!
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6th Nov 2012 (#)
Lovely words taking us to infancy. thank you Rathna, dear.
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9th Apr 2013 (#)
Dear Rathna , this was truly lovely , and I hope it gets the stats table rising yet again .
God bless you
Stella
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9th Apr 2013 (#)
Awww how special is this one!
Every parent can relate to the
emotions of having their children and the journey onwards. So heartwarming
A pleasure to read Rath.
Mariah.
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