Uma Ram

Child's Play...

Poem by Uma Ram

The bit of paper I tore,
To write a phone number;
The shoe holder-
Of my CROCS footwear;
The pencil smaller than the little finger,
Which can be sharpened no more!
The fountain pen,
With no nib;
The broken stud,
I threw away without screws;
The weekly magazine,
Waiting for the old paper vendor;
The broken ladle,
Lying in the backyard,
The faded dupatta,
I had kept for the maid;
The idli plates of the microwave,
That didn't keep up their promises;
The monkey without tail,
That once adored the show case;
The condemned old phone-
Without any cords;
A mobile of its origin time
That committed suicide;
In a tub of water,
On seeing its successors!
My husband's pens that,
Renewed daily having lost their caps;
The old mouse pad,
That was replaced by the latest;
The plastic mugs,
That fetched water in the wash rooms once;
All went missing
Day by day!
My curiosity to find,
The silly thief increased-
When more and more
USELESS things vanished!
But all my efforts,
As a detective were in vain-
For I could guess of
No thief risking for
I finally set aside my,
SHERLOCK HOLMES' tasks to tidy up
My sweet home that was unnoticed for long-
In my confusion of the thief;
All of a sudden-
Became 'PRECIOUS' for me-
For they had adorned
A mother - I felt-
Guilty for having evaluated
I waited for the school bus'honks;
And caught hold of
Who had silently crept away with
That I was to dispose;
I punished them with
Loads of kisses,
Until their cheeks were-
Red with unstoppable laughter and
Tears ran down their
Sparkling eyes in ecstasy!

All copyrights reserved by Uma Ram,2015

Topic(s) of this poem: children, love, mother and child

Comments about Child's Play... by Uma Ram

  • Jayatissa K. LiyanageJayatissa K. Liyanage (5/23/2015 10:08:00 AM)

    Wish I was a toddler in your Kid-land, simply for, I feel your motherly warmth, through this poem. Very interesting.(Report)Reply

    Uma RamUma Ram(5/23/2015 11:05:00 AM)

    What else could be a gift more precious to an emerging poet like me than a comment like this from a senior poet like you sir...Feeling blessed. Thanks a lot sir.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 21, 2016