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Mother, writer and daydreamer. Also chocoholic and chick-flick lover. But mainly mommy. To two boys, at that! When not escorting my Elder One (EO) to karate class, I'm trying to get in as many cuddles as possible from my Younger One (YO). And when not doing either, I'm hard-at-work trying to maintain a steady relationship with my laptop. And as for the Man I Married (MIM), well, let’s just put it this way – even though we share a bedroom, our most meaningful conversations are held over the cell-phone!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Poetry and my boys...

  • The boys were looking at the night sky and suddenly the YO turns to me and says, "Mamma, d'jyu know, the moon ijj majik."
    I'm like, "Huh?!?"
    And the MIM helpfully explains, "He saw a cloud passing over the moon."
    Excitedly I turn to my little boy and say, "Lovely, my baby! Yes, the moon disappeared behind the clouds...majic!!"
    Sombrely and sincerely my EO pipes up, "The moon is playing hide-and-seek with the clouds."

  • While coming back in the evening a few days ago, I showed my boys the setting sun. It was gorgeous, as if burning with colour. The EO put it best..."like a golden ball of flames."

    Yup, my poetry loving soul is loving it!


Sugar said...

yea.. so true.. i think there is poetry at that age.. it just disappears when people grow up, when they think they have grown out of their ability to spot the little beauties and be fascinated by them :)

Swaram said...

Hw sweet :)

Blognostic said...

I miss my childhood whenever I read about children.

We have a lot to learn from them, than we have to teach them.