She fills colours with
Abandon, not caring for
Lines or patterns, unlike
Her mum who incessently
Wants to know she's doing right
Abandon, not caring for
Lines or patterns, unlike
Her mum who incessently
Wants to know she's doing right
___________
Dedicated to my daughter,
Akshaya
Who was born to teach
me and all the world
about love and how to love
_____________
Akshaya
Who was born to teach
me and all the world
about love and how to love
_____________
She colours with ab-
andon not caring for the
lines that hem her in
Unlike her mother who can't
Stop fretting about the lines
andon not caring for the
lines that hem her in
Unlike her mother who can't
Stop fretting about the lines
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This is inspired by a photograph I posted on FB in 2012 that suddenly people started liking again yesterday and today.
She's shy of four years old, splashing Barney with the rainbow spectrum of colours
a smile playing on her lips
a strand of hair carelessly falling across her eyes
She's a picture of absorbed beauty here
her eyes, her hair, her smile her dress
her pleasure in the act of colouring
----
She's shy of four years old, splashing Barney with the rainbow spectrum of colours
a smile playing on her lips
a strand of hair carelessly falling across her eyes
She's a picture of absorbed beauty here
her eyes, her hair, her smile her dress
her pleasure in the act of colouring
----
Okay am a little unsteady - the formidable leit has responded to this poem of mine - so sweet! she didnt' say it was great or anything, just a note of encouragement about she likes the way this is done:)
am in seventh heaven!
ha, such a student - keep saying I don't care who sees but when the big teacher sees it, I screech
:p
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