Mothers Side Poem by smita mishra

Once upon a time,
There were dreams, foliage dolls,
Butterflies and flowers..
There was a home outside the home,
Where lived happiness and joy!
Moan, groans and fights
But winner was LOVE
Over ego and pride!
World would call us kids,
Like all others,
I grew and grew
To leave behind the purity
And sanctity of the kid’s world,
Till a small bundle of bliss
Came in my life..
She laughed or cried
For me, was a music divine
As a mom, I was on other side..
I grew young with her babble
Crawl then lift of school bag…
I kept on cruising with her
enthralled, mesmerized…
like Alice in wonderland
like going back in time machine..
She brought back my
imaginings and wings
to the terrain blissful, full of love
getting back to balloons and swings
The forgotten treasure
in the forest of aging trees
Yes, she is my daughter,
Who is holding my finger,
taking me back to that fairyland,
in the bushes childhood and it’s memory lanes!