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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!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Frogs and Snails

He stood there in front of me. My seven-year-old son in a pair of worn-out, once-upon-a-time white Crocs, three-quarter pants, an oldish yet very comfy-looking t-shirt, a huge smile on his face revealing an over-sized front tooth next to a gap where it's partner should've been, and a huge bandage above his left eye, shielding his three stitches from the dirt, dust and grime of the world. In his hands, was my iPod; in his ears, were the head-phones.

He was giving me that huge, disarming smile of his because he'd just noticed me standing and watching him jump about while loudly and discordantly singing Jon Bon Jovi's "Shot Through the Heart."

He was the very picture of a boy.

Frogs and snails, indeed.

frogs and snails
and bruises and stitches.
puppy dog tails
and insects and itches.

dirty hands
and skinned knees.
messed-up paintings
and the summer breeze.

those pretend-to-be-brave voices
in the middle of the night.
those cuddles and snuggles
as you're calming away a fright.

those lullabys they ask for,
those cookies they beg for;
those stories they wait for,
those goodies they crave for.

those gap-toothed smiles
and those sparkly, bright eyes --
equivalent to
the cherry on top of the cake.
when those faces crumble
and those tears flow like rivers,
that you can physically
feel your poor heart break.

lots of lovin' and huggin'
and sticky kisses galore.
these things that make their mamma's hearts
greedy for more.


Subhashree said...

Aww... such a lovely post, it brought tears to my eyes. Mine is also 7 :D

Rohini said...

Adorable poem!

the mad momma said...

:) That was so cute! Loved it.

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

Thank you my lovelies! I'm glad you liked this. I read it out just a few minutes ago to the seven-year-old in question and was promptly rewarded by a very grown-up peck on my forehead!

Sigh! How fast they grow...

DegeSMS said...

that is very lovely.