Baby’s world

my eyelids had refused

to come unstuck and sleep

the night before,

even as i coaxed her

to sleep, with an

out-of-tune lullaby,

my baby,

about to start school,

her first shaky step

into her own world, of wail

and then cool and wall…

can i hold your hand,

balance you a bit

before you catch the rhythm

and waltz away, out of my grip?

can i tango with you

one last time, now,

when i can keep pace, be on cue?

can i share your lisps

and chatter for a wee bit more

before you shut me out,

out of a world your own, mine no more?

can i iron your dress

for tomorrow,

style it my way,

just a few times more

before you decide

that i have no style,

none worth showing, pride,

no more an element you see in my tile?

can i be friends

with you through the years,

grow up with you, like your peers,

and relive being,

through you?

this isn’t to say

i dislike your growing

into your own,

only to say,

i’ll miss you,

i already do.

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4 Responses to Baby’s world

  1. solingenpoet says:

    Lovely sentiments…..

    • rashmenon says:

      πŸ™‚ glad you think so. children are so fragile and one can only relate so much to them and no more. it’s futile to try to keep pace, to peek into their world after a point, isn’t it?

  2. rashmenon says:

    @lezoemusings, ayasonice, andy: πŸ™‚ delighted to be liked πŸ˜€

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